Fashion is Our Name - Part 11 - The Trip Takes a New Direction
The next morning, Sunday, there was a text on my mobile from Tom.
"Do not book tickets, call in the morning."
I asked the women, "What do we make of this?"
Anne gave me an open eyed look and asked, "Do you suppose, as they say, 'the plot thickens?' "
I looked up from my breakfast and said, "I fear that an expedition to promote dresses is becoming overtaken by events."
I helped the twins down and arranged them in the parlor with piles of toys. "Your mom and nanny have to make an important phone call. Can you play by yourselves for a little while?"
William looked up and said in an incredibly grown up voice, "Yes, Adrian, we will be fine."
Back at the kitchen table, the three of us clustered around the phone as I dialed Tom Carruthers.
"Hello Adrian, thanks for returning my call so promptly."
"Tom, Anne, Helen and I are here wondering what will be left of our fashion clothing trip after you and your friends get done with us?"
"Perhaps we could discuss that more privately? I have a request for a meeting at their location."
"Would you like our models to come? Is there a possibility of upgrading wardrobes?"
My hair was being pulled from both sides. Anne spoke up, "Tom, please ignore my young man with the rude manners. I am sure your friends are well dressed!"
"Actually, Anne, they look terrible. The worst drab outfits you've seen. I think I need to ensure FION has an opportunity to expose them to your attractive offerings!"
Anne and Helen were beating on me as I said. "I suppose the friends think sooner is better than later?"
"Would you consider first thing in the morning? I will send a car at six. If you don't mind, it would be better if you were at Broad Street."
"It is a terrible imposition for me to find a warm body to soothe my sleep at the building, but the fashion models here will no doubt fix me up."
"Adrian, your friends clearly outdo my friends. I will see you in the morning."
All five of us went for a Sunday stroll to Hyde Park. William and James had regular sneakers now, and did their best to hasten our pace. "Adrian, please make Mom and Nanny go faster!"
I spoke up, "Mom and Nanny, please go faster!"
As soon as we got to the park, three year old energies were allowed to take excursions far from the path. Anne had my long hair. "Nice of you to get us all out in the park. Let's find a bench and sit."
They squeezed me between them, with lots of poking, yanking and so on. They knew it was grownup nervous energy and so did I. It seemed that if we wanted to get to the bottom of the Philip mystery, we had to play along with whatever scheme HMG had cooked up.
I asked, "Do you suppose I will hear any truthful statements tomorrow?"
Helen said, "You remember you told me about needing a poker face now and then? I think tomorrow is one of those times." She kissed the back of my hand and bent fingers back and forth in a slow rhythm.
"Adrian, the spooks like to talk about 'surprise free' scenarios." Anne was smiling at me. "I think at the right moment, you should tell them the safety of your women demands a surprise free scenario."
"And this will set them back because they themselves don't have such a thing?"
Grasping their hands, I rose and walked along the path to catch up with the twins. She responded, "It will divert them into thinking about scenarios and they may let slip a few useful tidbits." Her lips kissed my cheek. "Do not worry. They can't afford to have us kidnapped. Or worse. Think of the uproar."
I smiled and tightened my arm around her shoulder. "Seriously, we will have to think hard about how this trip is characterized. And whether your title is included or not."
Helen nudged me, "It is such a nice day, let's not get wound up about a silly meeting. MI5 is up to something that involves us, and soon enough we will know what it is."
William came racing up, "Adrian, we are at the Serpentine. Come and look for fish with us."
Water play took almost an hour. Energy levels were visibly dropping, so I said, "Boys, let's hike the rest of the way to Bayswater and I'll bet a taxi there will take us home."
Back at the flat, small sandwiches were barely devoured before small bodies were falling into bed for a nap.
Big bodies gathered on Anne's bed, and teased each other about why a simple walk required a nap to recover from.
"Is one of us going with you to the flat?"
I knelt between their legs, working out tight muscles from two days of walking about. Sleepy agreeable noises kept me working.
"I think not. This is going to be some kind of test. Even with Tom's recommendation, they don't believe someone with no university can deal with a high level government matter."
Helen whispered, "What we think doesn't count, does it?"
Anne used her voice of experience, "You are right to spend the evening by yourself. Think about it as a rugby game against a crafty opponent. One that has taken you down before. This time, you are determined to win!"
Chapter 28 - A Very Private Meeting
I was on the curb at 6 am and the government limo was prompt. Opening the rear door, I was surprised to see Sharon and Jeremy pointing to the space between them. "Good morning, Adrian, have a seat."
Jeremy got an enthusiastic handshake. I turned to Sharon and she gave me her cheek, but I dodged left and caught her lips, just for an instant.
Wrapping her hands in my hair, she whispered loudly, "You are as bold as I have heard. This is a business meeting, not a date!"
Jeremy laughed loudly. "Adrian, it is all a front. Just wait until you discover more of what is planned!"
Sharon looked injured and hissed, "Not in the car." All three of us were dressed entirely in black, which helped my anxious state of mind. Perhaps these two could help me survive the coming meeting.
I smiled and said, "This is very agreeable. Thank you for accepting my invitation to discuss the legal forms required for Inland's work on the building. I think the Americans call it a power breakfast?"
Sharon went back to pulling my hair. "Jeremy, this one is surely trouble."
I squeezed her thigh and asked, "Jeremy, how do we resist the charms of this incredible agent?"
He laughed, "I am happily married, Adrian, I am afraid you will have to do the honors."
She sniffed, "He already has too many girlfriends. How do I compete?"
Our papers got us past a blast barrier and down a narrow passage into an underground garage. A woman was waiting at the elevator with badges and passes. "Good morning, follow me please."
The route was circuitous and I didn't attempt to keep track of where we were going. The guide ushered us into an anteroom, and then into a spacious conference room, where six or eight bodies were already seated being served coffee and small pastries.
Halfway down on the far side sat Tom Carruthers, with Sing and Anne on either side. I froze for an instant as the shock of seeing Anne went through me. None of the three of them met my gaze. I was quickly approached by a man who introduced himself as Archibald Singleton. Further introductions were quickly made and a seat pulled for me. Tom stood and reached across the table, "Good Morning, Adrian, I think you know several of the people here, although possibly not in their official capacities. The others are representing offices of the Service with an interest in the current project, whose name is Black Knight. There is an Official Secrets form in front of you which requires a signature before we begin. I assume you are willing to sign it?"
Trying to quiet my nerves, I took a moment to scan the sheet. After thanking me for my prospective service to the Crown, it enumerated a considerable list of do's and don'ts and penalties. Impressive.
I signed and dated it and looked up smiling. "Fenced in properly, aren't I? I surely hope one objective of Black Knight is to bring us into contact with Philip?"
The man at the head of the table, who had been introduced as Reginald Crowley, responded, "Indeed, that is an objective. Perhaps, for the purposes of today, my assistant, Sharon Toomey, should summarize the situation."
It took about fifteen minutes. I sat there, attempting to keep my temper and act professional as she recited much of the scenario Anne and I had covered two nights ago. My emotions were churning as I realized the Duchess had done a superb job of dissembling to her teenage lover. Before long, my memories of Philip's behavior kicked in and cooled me down. Intelligence work was full of secrets. Even between lovers, though I hated to admit it. Finally, I was able to find a small smile and looked across the table to find Anne looking at me, eyes wide. I slightly nodded, hoping she understood the signal that there would be a reckoning between us. A secret reckoning, because I had just signed my life away.
My attention shifted back to Crowley, who was thanking Sharon for her summary.
He looked at me. "I'll be candid with you, Adrian. Given your age, personal situation, and planned itinerary in Eastern Europe, we are not sharing all we know. We are asking you and your women friends to buy a pig in a poke, as it were. To that end, I would like Jeremy to describe our preferred approach to your forthcoming trip."
Kept in the dark. For my own good, I surmised. Their thinking was that my chances of staying alive through a kidnapping were increased by not knowing much. Given the nastiness of rivalries in the Balkans, I wondered about that.
Jeremy began, "The main objective is to position our resources where they may be needed, without unduly hazarding the group's safety. Although we know you planned to travel by rail, we believe a safer approach is by lorry. Two lorries, in fact, suitably decked out for clothing and people transport and bearing the appropriate signage. We have developed a team lineup which pairs the four FION personnel with four MI5 personnel, so that we have the ability to shift teams as circumstances may require. At the moment, the pairings are: Jeremy with Adrian, Sharon with Helen, Sing with Nicole, and Amelia with Anne."
It took me a few moments to absorb this, but I noticed that Anne seemed to be in tune with the arrangement. Perhaps she had helped to devise it.
Tom broke in, "Adrian, I am very sorry, but we are going to have to excuse you for the discussion of highly classified intelligence."
As I rose to leave, Crowley said, "Mr. Compton, I realize you are in an awkward and uncomfortable position. My associates and I will do our best to improve the information flow to you in coming days. There will be more briefings, and they will include the entire party when you get close to departure. But I need to remind you that any discussion of Black Knight, including its name, is strictly forbidden outside these walls, even with people in the room whom you know."
I was escorted to a car at the building entrance that drove me directly to the Broad Street building, where I found Vicky, Molly and Nicole hard at work.
"Adrian! It is good to see you."