Special Access - Chapter 5 by Dikran_O

Special Access - Chapter 5

Dikran_O, Anal, Badger, Bear, Deep Penetration, Doggystyle, Espionage, Fox, Male/Female, Mole, Orgasm, Two-Cocks, Vaginal, Vixen, spy

#5 of FOX Academy 11 - Special Access

Multi-tasking is a wonderful skill, but it takes extraordinary focus to handle two things at once.

SPECIAL ACCESS

Chapter 5 - Everybody calls everybody a spy, secretly, in Russia, and everyone is under surveillance - Agnes Smedley

Dimitry Filipov was wrong, Delores "Babydoll" Johnson had not left Moscow, but a Russian vixen that looked a lot like her had. The girl was a low-level contact that had wanted to defect to the West. She wanted to escape the purge of the Security and Intelligence services that Putin was conducting. Her resemblance to Delores had been convenient. Now the girl was safely in Canada being debriefed while Delores was free to remain and monitor her listening devices.

Delores had taken a big risk coming back to Moscow when her cover had already been blown, but the West needed intelligence and Delores still had good contacts there. Plus, the game between her and Dimitry Filipov was not quite over ... but soon would be, she reminded herself.

The communications satellite Gray had given them access to was a decoy, merely a router retransmitting gibberish from a number of relay stations. Once she 'sold' the fake codes to Dimitry they would send a few tidbits of good intelligence and a lot of disinformation. Silver was just waiting for the right moment, for an event or operation important enough and certain enough of success to use up such a valuable asset. Maybe something that could turn the tide of the war in the Ukraine, she hoped.

She had an apartment quite close to where Dimitry lived and worked, about halfway between the two, and she was able to come and go quite freely. Her hair was now black and straight. She wore brown contact lenses over her baby-blue eyes when she went out. Her distinctive bust had been harder to disguise, but by adding a fake pregnancy bulge below them their fullness could be taken for the swell of enlarged milk glands.

Delores was not at all surprised by the number of Russian males, perfect strangers, that approached her and offered money to suckle at those breasts. Something to do with the Russian psyche and seeking a comforting escape from their 'doom and gloom' attitude, she assumed. Delores regretted having to turn them down, because like the best elicitors she was an empath at heart, but she had to focus on her mission.

She was well aware that Dimitry had found and disposed of the bugged jewelry she had given him. That was fine because they were just distractions, something to keep him from looking to hard for others. She knew he would never take anything she had given him into the office untested; they would have been useless in that shielded environment in any event. But he did wear his favourite Italian shoes into the office, the ones that he had been gifted by an oligarch that needed a favour and which had been swept for bugs already. Delores had taken photos of them when Dimitry was cleaning up after a session with her and sent those back to FOX for Kain Algorath to make duplicates of the heels with recording devices and transmitters inside.

The new heels were quite ingenious. One was a voice activated recorder that could collect up to twenty-four hours of conversation. The other transmitted that data to Delores whenever it had a clear signal from her receiver. The batteries were kept charged through little servos that cranked tiny generators when Dimitry walked back and forth to work.

They were delivered with a tool designed to pry the heels off Dimitry's shoes. Then Delores just needed to peel back the covers off the adhesive pads they were fitted with and stick them on in the right place. Five seconds later the glue had set and the shoes were ready to go, literally.

In order to keep him out of sight while she worked, she had enticed him into performing anal sex on her. His subsequent absence for the minute it would take to switch the heels was assured thanks to an irritant rubbed on his balls when his cock was buried deep in her butt. While he was in the bathroom wondering if he had damaged something by cumming too hard she had switched the heels and prepared a pair of obviously bugged cuff links made to look like Soviet era Party issue.

"These once belonged to Khrushchev." She told him, with a smile meant to be interpreted as a lie.

"I will wear them with pride." He lied in return as he slipped the box into his suit pocket. They would go straight to Directorate X for analysis, not because he had any doubt that they were bugged but to see how much Western technology for listening devices had advanced.

Delores got most of what transpired around Dimitry live when he was out of the office, but what she got that way was not much use. Dimitry was unmarried, lived alone and hardly spoke to his housekeeping staff or the drivers he used on the rare occasion when he went out. He ate most of his meals in the SVR cafeteria, which was also shielded, and never discussed SVR business outside of the office. The occasional conversation with a supplicant at the infrequent social events provided some insight as to the inner thoughts and fears of Putin's inner circle, but that was about it.

Most of the useful data came when he left SVR Headquarters for his walk home. As soon as he was clear of the shielded building the transmission would start and Delores would spend the next few hours listening and making notes in the cramped cubby hole where her receivers and satellite communications gear was. The space had once been a dumb waiter when the old building had been the mansion of a minor member of the Russian royal family, but it had been sealed off and covered over when the Soviets had taken over such buildings to house the working class.

FOX technicians had reopened the space, turning the paneling into a false door. They had installed the receiver and transmitter and tapped into the building's electricity to power them. Finally, they installed a security system controlled from inside the space and a self-destruct mechanism should the wrong people try to get at the high-tech and highly secret equipment.

Once everything was installed in the cubby hole Delores could barely fit inside. As it was, she had to get down on her knees with her ass sticking out into the dining room to edit her reports and enter data into the transmitter.

She was not unfamiliar with spending long periods of time on her paws and knees, but it was a good thing the carpet was thick, she told herself.

The equipment could run automatically, sending all the audio data directly to FOX through a satellite that the SVR was not aware of, but Delores wanted to stay until something important enough to prove that Dimitry was unaware of the device came through. Something so juicy that it could not possibly be disinformation, but in the week since she had switched the heels on Dimitry's shoes she had picked up only a few interesting conversations. It seemed that the old bear preferred to work in silence with as few interruptions as possible from his underlings, but the Assistant Deputy Directors were nervous, and despite not having a direct role in the conduct of the invasion they were worried that they might be seen as not providing enough good intelligence to the Kremlin.

"Remember that the GRU and the Fifth Service are the ones responsible for the 'Special Military Operation' in the Ukraine." Dimitry had reminded them at the recent weekly staff meeting. "They will take the blame for the failure to roll through Kiev on schedule, and then, perhaps, we will be asked to step in and fix their bloody mess. We must prepare for that eventuality."

What he had said made sense to Delores. The GRU, Russian Military Intelligence, would naturally be responsible for the intelligence that the Russian armed forces needed to conduct operations, special or not. The Fifth Service was also familiar to her, although most people outside of the spy game had never heard of it.

The FSB's Service of Operational Information and International Relations, also known as the Fifth Service, was one of the SVR's chief rivals in the foreign intelligence business._ _ It was created in 1992 to fill the vacuum left by a host of no-spy agreements signed between Moscow and the governments of the former Soviet Republics after the breakup of the USSR. Those agreements prevented Russia's foreign intelligence services from spying on the territories of former Soviet states, so the Fifth Service was created under the Federal Security Service to do so. Not only was it a sneaky way to circumvent the treaties, but as the FSB was a domestic intelligence service it's use showed that the Russian leaders regarded the former Republics, such as the Ukraine, as Russian territory even back then.

She was sitting comfortably at the dining table near the secret space when the transmission started coming in. She glanced at the clock, noting that Dimitry had left work later than usual. She was curious as to why, so she pulled her chair over to the equipment and put on the headphones.

It took only a few minutes for the compressed audio to be transmitted and stored in the receiver's memory. Delores switched it on and began skimming though Dimitry's day.

It was pretty routine until just after lunch, when the recorder picked up a slapping noise which it could not recognize from its data banks. The system was programmed to record any new sounds so that the analysts could determine if they were important or merely background noise. This instance made Delores smile and suppress a giggle ... the old bear was fapping himself in his office. The space for his legs under his desk amplified the sound and the recorder in the heels of his shoes had no problem picking it up.

I'll bet he's thinking of me, Delores assured herself, and waited to see if he would cry out her name, or someone else's, when he came.

Her anticipation was interrupted as much as his pleasure must have been by the alarm that signaled a VIP on the way up to his office. It was only the second time she had heard it in the week she had been listening, and she had designated the sound of it as important in the recorder's program once it's meaning became obvious.

Must be the Director, she guessed. Putin never let anyone get within ten metres of him anymore and if he wanted to see Dimitry he would have sent for the bear to come to him, probably in chains.

She was correct, and immediately began transcribing the details of the impromptu meeting. The entire audio file would go to FOX for further analysis but the gist of the conversation along with her interpretation of its worth would go directly to the Chief of Staff if it was important enough.

Within a minute Delores knew that it was, and that she had the proof she needed that what the device was picking up real intelligence, not fake or misleading information.

Dimitry Filipov was in trouble it seemed. Something important has slipped out of control. Something called Operation Amalgam.

After referring to the operation the Director had asked Dimitry about 'the asset'. Dimitry had replied, "Director, I wish I knew."

"Now is not the time for fucking around." The Director's voice shouted back, accompanied by a sound that could have been him pounding the surface of Dimitry's desk. "The head of the Fifth Service, Sergey Beseda and his deputy Anatoly Bolyukh, have been arrested. They are Putin's paw-picked personal spy masters. If they can go down then no one is safe, not you ... not even me."

This was news to Delores, and evidently to Dimitry also as his voice betrayed some astonishment when he asked the Director what they had been arrested for.

"What for? Embezzlement of funds allocated for subversive and agent work in Ukraine, but the real reason was for providing deliberately false information about the political situation in Ukraine." The Director replied.

"You mean they told the truth?"

"Yes ... no ... that is not important." The Director flustered.

When Dimitry spoke Delores could hear the calculated caution in his voice. "What is important?" He was already figuring his next move, she supposed.

"That we ... I ... do not go to jail." The Director had replied testily. "Now tell me everything about Operation Amalgam."

"It is a Special Folder." Dimitry had responded. "It will take a few minutes to retrieve it from the vault."

"Be quick about it. Putin's personal gendarmes could be on their way here now."

Delores heard shuffling and clicking and a few mumbled words, one of which was Russian for rutabaga. That was followed by the clank of a metal door opening and the buzz of what she assumed was a laser retinal scanner. After a few moments of silence the clang of the door closing was heard, then the shuffling of papers and the sound of Dimitry clearing his throat.

"Operation Amalgam was conceived back in the sixties, when the Vladivostok KGB captured a British Double-O agent." Dimitry began.

Delores got down on her elbows and knees so that she could start entering her report in the transmitter with one paw while still transcribing with the other. During a long passage of swearing from the Director she glanced at her watch.

It was time to get out of dodge, she told herself. The heat had been on all foreign agents since the invasion began and Dimitry could only protect her from the FSB for so long. Now that he was on Putin's shit list he would have to concentrate on saving his own ass. She needed to get out for real before anyone discovered that she had pulled a switcheroo on them.

Her current cover was that of the wife of a hero of the Chechnian wars who needed special natal care not currently available in Moscow due to the sanctions. The extreme pregnancy disguise went well with the cover story. Her and her 'husband' had been pre-cleared to leave on whatever flight they could get tickets on, and they had made reservations on several flights each day in anticipation of a hurried exit. Those they didn't use were easy enough to sell on the black market, given how many Russians were fleeing the ever more unbalanced regime. They could also be traded for information from those intent on escaping.

That was hubby's part of the mission, as well as providing protection for her.

Speaking of her 'muzhenek', where was Dongo, she wondered? She had to stop him from selling the tickets for the midnight flight to Istanbul before it was too late

While she was on her knees engaged in her work she heard a soft double knock at the door to the apartment. She tensed up, but relaxed when it was followed by a series of knocks that matched the rhythm of the Ukrainian National Anthem. No SVR or FSB agent would be caught dead admitting that they knew that tune.

She heard the locks turn in the proper order to prevent the self destruct mechanism from going off. That was good, because otherwise she would have had about two seconds to pull her head out of the small space before the heat of the thermal bomb secreted inside the equipment seared her face off.

She looked over her shoulder quickly to confirm that it was indeed the junior agent assigned to her that had entered.

Dongo Fett, with his eyepatch and mechanical arm, was the picture of a Russian war veteran. The old suit he wore and the gel in his hair had been purchased locally, but the beat-up long coat and slouch hat he was taking off were his own. His fox-built advanced bionic arm had been replaced with a twenty-year-old Russian prosthetic. Joel, the Academy forger, had even etched the Russian Army logo on it for good measure, sort of like the one the Winter Soldier had in those American films that were so popular on the black market. It was a big hit in the veteran's bars and other pro-Putin establishments where he elicited information from the far right regarding the invasion and peoples' attitude towards it.

"You still have the tickets for Istanbul?" She called back as he walked over and stood behind her.

"Yes."

"Good, 'cause we're leaving tonight. Start packing our shit."

He nodded silently but did not move. This was a relatively new role for Dongo. He was an expert sniper, who was usually used on special ops and for particularly tricky assassinations. FOX, however, did not engage in many of those these days as the current Canadian Government frowned on them extra-judicial executions. So Silver had taken advantage of his language skills to pair him with Delores. While she went after the big fish his job was to stay in the background, gather basic intelligence and provide backup for Delores. Meanwhile she was showing him the ropes as a junior agent.

He was learning a lot, he had to admit, and not just about routine spy craft. As soon as Delores found out that Dongo had two penises she had made it her mission in life to turn him into a first-class seducer, the male equivalent of herself. She was an excellent coach and knew techniques that Dongo had only heard rumours of.

"You're almost as good as me." She told him after a particularly exhausting 'training session' recently.

"When will I know when I am?" He had asked.

She had smiled in a way that only the most confident and sexually accomplished vixens could pull off. "When you seduce someone as good as me when they don't want to be seduced."

Dongo was a fox of few words, but he was thinking of that as he stared at her upraised ass while she crouched in the cubby hole and transcribed her notes into the transmitter. As usual when not in public Delores was wearing the bare minimum in the way of clothing. Today, fittingly enough given her nickname, she was wearing only a piece of lingerie known as a 'babydoll', a sort of transparent camisole that went to the top of the thighs when one was standing. When one was on one's paws and knees, however, it did not cover much of anything, not from Dongo's point of view, anyways.

Her thick bushy tail was curved up over her back, giving him a good view of her pink, puckered tailhole and the soft, slit mound of her sex below it. Her strong, shapely thighs had a slight gap where the white fur on her inner thighs was sparse, while the reddish-orange fur on the outsides was thicker. White or red, it was clean and fluffy and inviting. Tilting his head he could also see her large breasts hanging, barely constrained by the loose material of the babydoll.

Dongo undid his belt and let the loose Russian trousers drop to the floor around his ankles. A flick of the claw and the white linen button-up boxers he had on joined them.

"Dongo? Are you going to pack the bags? I want to get out of here as soon as I'm finished this report."

"They are pretty much packed already. Won't take but a minute to finish up once we're dressed."

She was still focused on her work. "We don't have time to fuck around." She said absently.

Dongo dropped to his knees behind her. "I beg to differ." He murmured as he caressed one globe of her ass with his real paw.

She looked back and saw that he was naked from the waist down. The rising twin towers between his legs made his intent evident.

"Really, Dongo, I have to get this report out as soon as possible."

"I'm not stopping you." He said as he licked his thumb then ran it over the sensitive skin of her tailhole.

"No! Stop it! That's an order Junior Agent Fett."

"Where's that famous detachment you claim all the best seducers have?" While he waited for her to answer he leaned down and licked her anus, shifting his paw to her cunt. It was dry, but warm, and getting warmer. He cupped it and squeezed it and manipulated it with his fingers from outside.

"Dammit! I'll make mistakes!"

"No, you won't. I'll go slow."

"Fuck!"

"Exactly."

His long tongue was prodding and poking into her tailhole while his lips worked the tender flesh around it. His sharp teeth were pressed against the globes of her butt, but he didn't nip ... not yet. He just rubbed them against the firm flesh, letting her know that they were there.

Meanwhile, a damp sweet-smelling stain was spreading around the mound below his chin. He drew a digit along the slit and felt it part willingly. Fleshy inner lips appeared and spread as more of the sweet sauce wet his paw. He probed with his middle digit and found that it slid in easily. He added another finger, then a third, extending his pinkie so that it slid along her clit while he worked his paw in and out.

She was wet and ready, her ass from his tongue and saliva and her twat from within, but his cocks were hard and dry, the pre-cum having dripped onto the floor below where they swayed an inch away from her holes.

Dongo used his artificial arm to reach into the pocket of his jacket. He kept a small bottle of pure aloe vera there to rub into the sores caused by the poorly fitted Russian prosthetic. He was glad that he would have his bionic arm back once they were out of Moscow. This one did not even have touch sensors! It was good enough to flip back the lid of the bottle and squeeze a good portion of the contents along his top cock but he did not trust it for delicate work. He placed it on her hip to help hold her steady while he used his good paw to spread the aloe vera along it and the lower penis too.

When both of his penises were covered in slippery green goo he tossed the bottle aside, gripped them both just behind the glans, and inched forward to guide them in.

There was a slight pause in the clacking of the keys where Delores was still transcribing when the twin heads of his cocks made contact with warm pink flesh. There was another when her puckered anal ring popped over the bulbous head of the upper cock and sealed itself around the narrower top of his shaft.

His lower cock slid in easier. Although she had developed her kegel muscles to the point that she could snap an offending prick in two with her twat she kept them loose, challenging him to do all the work.

Having two cocks gave Dongo an advantage though. Although not monstrous both were long and thick and filled her holes nicely. The upper one, which was working its way into her ass one delicious millimetre at a time, more than filled her. The bulge along its lower side pressed against the thin wall of tissue separating cunt from ass. That then pressed down on the other cock as it entered her and it in turn pressed against her G-spot and the underside of her clit.

Sex with Dongo was like being double penetrated but you only had to kiss one guy, she reflected, so there was no fear of one partner being jealous of the other. And his cocks moved in perfect unison, so there no chance of one going too fast or too slow or the sensations from one overwhelming the other.

She had never told him, but he was a hard fox to resist. Teaching him advanced techniques was gilding the lily, so to speak. Today he wasn't even bothering to use any of those techniques, just relying on the slow steady movement of his cocks, and an excruciatingly deliciously slow pace it was. Her body was already starting to betray her as she fought to concentrate on the report.

Dongo pushed his cocks in slowly until the place where they jointed came up against that little bit of flesh between tailhole and twat some people called the 'taint' - because it t'ain't ass and it t'ain't cunt but it t'ain't bad either. He paused for a heartbeat then began to draw them slowly out again. When just the heads were left inside he reversed course. He repeated the sequence over and over again, never speeding up or slowing down, never twisting or turning, never showing any emotion himself.

For Delores it was like being plugged into a low-voltage muscle stimulator, except that while the charge never increased her body's reaction did. Fluids flowed freely from her, tissues swelled up inside her, increasing the pressure, which exited them even more. But she had to chose between fighting the sensations or getting what could be the most important report of her career right. She chose the report.

Delores transcribed, edited and typed for over ten minutes while Dongo continued his slow steady pace.

"Ha!" She gasped as she came to the end of the conversation between Dimitry and the Director. "Almost done, the report that is." Although the same could be said about the urge to cum building inside her. "Looks like I win."

"I haven't even started to play," Dongo drawled, "but seein' as you don't need to concentrate on your report no more."

He suddenly increased the pace and the force of his thrusts. At the same time, he dropped his good paw down off her hip and began to rub and press on her clit, trapping it between sliding cock and rough paw pad.

"Aggggh, cheater!" She tried to wiggle away but his steel arm had a firm grip on her. She briefly considered fighting back by tightening her twat around his lower cock and forcing him to orgasm first, but she had left it too long and she couldn't get control of her muscles down there.

She dropped her head and shoulders to the carpet. "You ba- ... bastard Dongo."

"Call me Dominic."

"Dominic? W- ... why?"

"It's my real name."

"Not ... not Dongo Fett?"

"That was a cover name from when I was with the Special Forces. I was on a Star Wars kick at the time I choose it. I thought the bounty hunters, Jango Fett and Boda Fett, were cool. It was the name they gave FOX when I went on that joint mission with Silver, the one I got hurt on. Wish I had some of that Mandalorian armour that day. Anyway, when I transferred over, I just kept using it."

"I've never ... never seen those movies."

"Oh. I'll just shut up then."

"Shut up or put up." She mumbled into the carpet.

Shut up he did, and put up also, doubling the speed of his thrusts again.

"Aw, fuck yeah, Don- ... Dominic. Right there. That's the spot. Harder, harder!" She demanded through grit teeth.

Dominic obliged, slamming his hips against her ass with each plunge and rubbing her clit furiously at the same time.

Her claws dug into the carpet as everything inside her threatened to turn liquid at once. When they did, she screamed his new name into the wool pile, along with several unflattering observations on is parentage.

When he felt the white-hot splash of her cum on his balls and was certain that Delores was not faking an orgasm, Dominic dropped all restraint and leaned in for the final few thrusts. With the new angle, the rippling of her cunt muscles in full orgasm and the smell of female cum in his nose it only took another half a dozen before his balls clenched and sent a double shot of spooge down both barrels.

Delores gasped and climaxed again when the hot spooge hit the super-sensitized tissues inside her cunt and colon. There was no gush of fluid this time, but the shock made her clamp down hard on the twin shafts inside her. The grip made Dominic's second shot feel like it was being forced through a pinhole, and he rose up on his toes at the painful yet intensely pleasurable sensation and fired off a third load.

Spent, he slumped over on her with his arms on the floor and her snout beside hers. She raised a paw and caressed the side of his head where the strap of his eyepatch cut through the fur.

"Dominic," she murmured. "Can I call you Dom?"

"Sure." He breathed, feeling a warm glow inside. It had been a long time since anyone called him Dom.

"Dom ... get off me, you're crushing my tail."

"Sorry." He said as he pulled his limp cocks out and rolled onto his back.

"Spoken like a true Canadian." She laughed as she rolled onto her back beside him. "We're starting to get through your Yankee pride and obstinance."

"You and the rest of the FOX agents have served as stellar example of chivalry, miss Delores."

"Now that's bullshit, but nice bullshit so I'll let it slide." She patted his cocks tenderly where they lay across his thigh. "Now go get cleaned up and pack our stuff. I'll finish sending this report, set the system on auto and turn on the security system before joining you. And Dom ..."

"Yes?"

"Congratulations, you just graduated from Delores 'babydoll' Johnsons' school of advanced sexology."

"Is there a graduation party?"

"We'll party in Istanbul." She promised as she leapt to her feet. "Now get cracking."

"Yes Ma'am."

* * * * * * * *

Back in Ottawa, Silver was learning just how boring and tedious being the Director could be. There were staff meetings with the Ministry, HR consultations with the Public Service Commission, budget sessions with the Clerk of the Privy Council and salary negotiations with the Treasury Board. That meant that a good part of his day was spent away from FOX, and away from the business of running the operations.

Not that he doubted Vikki's ability to do her job, but he would have liked more of an opportunity those first few days to monitor the transition in person. Most days he only got back to FOX Headquarters when everybody else was leaving for home.

The day that Delores Johnson's report came in he parked in the executive lot and texted Vikki that he was waiting for her in the car. He was surprised when she texted back asking him to come into the office.

Neither Miss CC nor Violet Russel were at the Executive Secretary's desk when he entered so he went straight into Vikki's office, to find her in a meeting with Ziggy Wilson, the head of Administrative Services. Ziggy was just in the process of arranging the notes he had taken during the meeting, a process that usually took several minutes, in Silver's experience. While he waited he leaned on the doorway and raised an eyebrow inquisitively at Vikki.

Ziggy had a Top Secret Clearance, everyone at FOX did, even the custodial staff, but he had no need to know the operational details of the Agency. Rather than kick him out of the office, which would have been rude, or wait until he was done arranging his notes, Vikki answered Silvers gesture with a seemingly innocuous statement.

"Spring break starts next week." She began. "I'm thinking of enrolling Leslie in the school's in-house program instead of bringing him home."

Silver was surprised. She had been looking forward to them both taking some time off to take their son hiking and go to the sugar bush together for their annual pancake breakfast. Something was obviously up.

"Oh?" He said in a neutral tone, as if abandoning their child for the holidays at the private school he attended was a common occurrence.

"Yes. I think that we might be rather busy for the next few weeks."

"Really?"

"Some things came up while you were downtown. A couple of things in particular that I think you need to see. It may be nothing but ... if you wouldn't mind looking at them before we go?"

Now he was intrigued. When dealing with secrets you could not take your work home with you, or discuss it in the car on the drive back and forth, so they had made it a policy never to discuss business outside of the shielded offices of FOX. They had also agreed for the sake of a somewhat normal home life not to work beyond regular hours unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Sure." He replied. "I took some fish out and we can have a salad with it for supper."

"I've asked Miss CC to clear your schedule tomorrow." Vikki said locking her emerald green eyes on his.

"Okay." He was regretting not asking Ziggy to leave earlier. "I'll, uh, wait in my office."

"Or you can go say hi to Molissa. I think she's working late tonight too."

"Or I can go say hi to Molissa." Silver repeated as he backed out of his old office.

"Let's go say hi to Molissa." He mumbled as he headed to the executive washroom where the entrance to the Special Access area was.

The lights were already on inside when the final door opened, a sure sign that the mole had been expecting him.

"Hi Molissa."

"Hello Director. What an unexpected pleasure."

"Yes, I can see that you're shocked."

One of the red Special Access files was already on the desk in front of her with a pen for him to sign the log before he could read it. He saw that it was from Jade, the head of the Asian Station.

He glanced at the log. Only Vikki had signed as having read this report so far. She had also signed for several old files from the archives after that. The only one Silver recognized was the one dealing with his operation to steal missile control components in East Germany that he had told Vikki and Marcel about, but he suspected that Molissa could produce the rest in an instant should he ask for them.

He sat down, crossing one leg over the other as he settled in to read the restricted report.

He heard the door to the Special Access area open behind him as he was finishing up Hu's report and could tell that it was Vikki from the scent of her deodorant.

"I have another one here for you to read." She said, dropping Delores Johnsons' latest on the desk from over his shoulder. Without a word Silver picked it up and read it also.

He closed it and put it down without a word when he was finished reading it. After a few moments of silence, he turned to Vikki and asked, "Are all the files you pulled related to these new incidents?"

"Yes. They are all the known or suspected exploits of the agents she mentions in the transcripts. They seem to verify what Dimitry Filipov was telling his director." She paused, studying his normally inscrutable face. "What's wrong Silver? You look worried."

"Not worried, just concerned." But he bit his lip in an uncharacteristic way as he lapsed into thought again.

After a minute more of silence he shook his head as if to clear it and spoke in a decisive tone.

"Molissa, pull all the files on the agents, foreign or otherwise, from the list I'm going to give you. Then prepare indoctrination forms for Bill Hanlan and Kain Algorath." He glanced over at Vikki. "We'll need them read in too."

Then he turned to the Special Access Clerk. "After we're done with them you are to bring the forms and all the files to the conference room first thing tomorrow morning."

"That is the only other room in the headquarters where we can read or discuss this kind of material." He added for Vikki's benefit. "Miss CC is gone so you'll need to override their schedules to make sure that they are there at nine. Invite Marcel too."

"Got it."

"We have a lot more reading to do tonight." He continued. "It's going to take Molissa a few minutes to pull everything we need so meanwhile, why don't you go back to the office to do that now. Then call the school about enrolling Leslie in the Spring Break program. And oh," he called as she turned to comply, "grab the keys for the guest suite from the duty officer ... we're staying here at the Academy tonight."

Geno © Coyotek

The FOX Academy series:

Book I - The New Breed

Book II - The Werewolf of Odessa

Book II.5 - The Love who Spied Me

Book III - The Curse of the Yellow Monkey

Book IV - Wait for No One

Book V - Dawn of Vengeance

Book VI - Unnatural Selection

Book VII - Rogue Sword

Book VIII - Firestorm

Book IX - Diamonds in the Rough

Book X - Agents Lounge

FOX Flashback Novels:

Scarlet Necklace

The Finland Express

Other FOX tales:

Accounts Payable

A gambler's Share

An Opus for a Penguin

Casino Naja

Daffodils

Deep Thunder

Fear

Hard at Work

It's a Wonderful Furry Life

La Vie en Rose

Life of the Party

Not a Bed of Roses

Rest Stop

The Dead of Night

The Mark of Cain

The Volunteer

When Worlds Collide (a FOX/MLP crossover)

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