”OK Guys, something has come up which is just too delicious to ignore, we have to act fast. Digit has been doing some research, probing this Brett crap-head. The guy is without honour or shame. He’s worth forty five million, yet his mother lives in a trailer while cleaning tables for tips at the truck stop in Amarillo. He has his older sister rotting in Denpasar prison. She was picked up carrying his angel dust a few years ago,” Boss explained as he ritualistically rubbed flake tobacco through the palm of his hands with a cigarette paper stuck on his lip.
 
He continued, “As I was saying, this crap-head needs to learn respect. He likes to think he is bulletproof by staying a few rows back from the action and hiding behind his wallet. Digit has been sharing his computers for some time, pulling stuff. He’s off to Thailand on a whirlwind visit in a few days, so we might tag along to rattle his cage a little, who knows what might fall out.”
 
“Bang, we have you and Slit booked on a flight to Bangkok, Tuesday. Bang, Digit has arranged for you to sit in economy next to some chick, called Dianne Lacy from Kansas. She is travelling alone on a three-night package to Phuket, hoping to find love in the sun. Poor kid thinks she won the trip in a photo shoot. Guess who is paying for her trip? She is a mule for our crap-head and is going to have two kilograms of cocaine in her lap for the trip home. She is yet to find out about the cocaine, the turd always leaves that detail until they are over there. Keep an eye on her; hell, show her a good time; win her over.  We have you staying in the adjoining hotel room in Phuket, so you can watch her comings and goings. Slit will be up the front of the plane getting her face known to this Brett crap-head, so he feels like he knows her when he needs a friend. He will be in Thailand four days to get his rocks off playing naughty games with Thai children; he does it every few months. You know, he has never bothered to visit his sister in jail. He thinks it is her fault for getting caught and costing him heaps. What a dipstick!”
 
“What, Bang use charm on a chick? Christ Boss, is this chick into Jesus beards, beer guts and chewed, sump oil coated fingers. How about we get him a custom, chop and paint job, give this poor kid a chance to like him,” Slit exclaimed with a chuckle.
 
Bang jumped to his feet and replied using his beer can as a pointer, “What’s with you, real chicks like their guy with a rugged, natural look. Besides what else can she expect travelling dero class for eighteen hours? It’s OK for you sitting up the front with free booze on tap.”
 
“I’m ahead of you Slit. Matches, go find Ferret; his wench works in some upmarket beauty chop shop and is always going on about how she can make anything look sexy. Lets put her to the test on Bang,” Boss replied with his freshly lit cigarette balancing somehow on his bottom lip.
 
Slit again spoke up, ”Not a bad idea; I’ve been wanting to have a chat with Ferret. The arsehole keeps laying on the front of my car, he’s even been leaving beer cans in the air vents. The guy needs some educating.”
 
Matches stopped his walk to the door and piked up, “What! Is that Lotus Elsie parked out the front yours. Shit, what happened to your Harley Fat Boy. We thought the spiffy yellow sports car belonged to that stuck up bitch from the units over the road, the one who keeps writing to everyone complaining about us. I told Ferret to convince her to keep away from our personal space, we need it for the bikes, besides it’s a power thing.”
 
Slit turned to Matches saying, “Jesus Matches, what’s the matter with you, the car is mine, right! You guys are all the same if one of you ever found a brain the first thing you would want to do would be pickle it in beer. Tell Ferret to clean the car and guard it with his life or I’ll open the both of you up.”
 
Boss intervened, “Now, now children let’s keep the brawling outside the stockade. Kiss and make up, or I’ll flatten the both of you.
 
Matches, have Ferret take Bang to Ferrets wench. She can do whatever it takes to make him appear like some faggot fit to be a rich tart’s love machine, and tell Ferret’s wench to do the same to Ferret. I want him looking like some surfer beach layabout, suntan and all, even blonde hair. Tell Ferret it’s his punishment for pissing, sorry sitting on Slits car. That should keep everybody amused. Now off you all go out of here, we need to think. Digit and I have a few deals to action before we get this sting underway.”
 
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Slit walked into the International Terminal stylishly dressed in an elegant black suit, white blouse, conservative makeup, a hint of heels. Her cabin luggage following behind, puppy dog like, trailing the silver glitter thigh-high stockings tightly clinging to her tall, slender legs. A seductive display of female professionalism designed to snare any opportunistic male travellers possessed with self-importance and a strong desire to monopolize shiny things of value.
 
Slit made straight for the United Airlines first class counter and immediately checked-in using the travel documents of Ms Christine Shine, a well-travelled international human rights solicitor en route to Thailand on a Pro Bono mission to assist, advise and create hope in the mind of a number of foreign citizens languishing in Bangkok prisons for a variety trafficking offences.
 
Upon leaving the counter, a subtle smile came to Slit’s face as she quite by chance passed her eyes across a dapper looking, clean-shaven, personably presented young man. It was a new Bang, the guy carrying the paperwork of Jason Standing, a tractor service foreman from Fairbury, Nebraska on a quick package holiday to Phuket searching for that someone special to share in his future.
 
‘Jason’ was waiting in the economy queue, some fifty-seven people from the check-in desk. He was looking up and had starting checking light bulbs on the ceiling, as personal therapy.
 
Slit couldn’t resist a chance to be herself. She altered course, navigating across several lines of people so she might politely excuse herself and walk immediately in front of Bang, inquiring where the VIP lounge might be. True to his professional persona, Bang gave Slit space explaining how he had no knowledge of these things, returned the sheepish grin he was receiving, then quickly scanned the ceiling for more faulty light globes with the word bitch glued silently to the end of his tongue. Slit slipped off towards the well-posted VIP Lounge.
 
By the time Bang had endured the total check-in experience, it was rapidly approaching time to head to the departure gate and, again, queue for boarding the plane to Japan on the first leg of his journey.
 
Meanwhile, Slit had long since entrusted her hand luggage to the VIP lounge perser for transfer to the 747-400 cabin and was slowly wetting her lips on her second complementary chardonnay, whilst casually perusing the latest copy of Easyrider Magazine.
 
Slightly in front of her, an attached tangle of crossed legs slowly and consciously rotated the top ankle. The swirling foot continued to wind it’s way into the psychic of Brett Savage, who was positioned where he might take full advantage of Slit’s subtle performance.
 
The flight to Japan went without incident; Bang had busied himself charming his new companion with trivial talk, as it related to life in small town USA. Why he even stuck to mineral water to demonstrate his clean living qualities, which was working a treat. Their conversation had long since wandered through the ‘who might be waiting at home’ topic.
 
Meanwhile up the front, Slit had avoided conversation or eye contact with her quarry, choosing instead to regularly position herself such that she afforded the full length of two invitingly parted, seductively covered yet fully revealed slender legs into the full gaze of her lustfully receptive and captivated companion. He was pretending to be working feverously on his laptop, however his mind’s gaze was constantly distracted with his obvious eye focus being somewhat to the side and below the computer keyboard.
 
This was the situation Slit desired as she had positioned her own computer to one side on the armrest, conveniently affording Brett the maximum view of her legs while also allowing a direct infrared line of sight between the two computers. Thus enabling Slit to open an innocent looking spreadsheet and execute a sequence of procedures which were created by Digit to activate and utilise the external interface in both computers, affording the opportunity to surreptitiously transfer a volume of disgusting pornographic images of Thai children to become the carefully hidden, yet easily discovered personal property of an unsuspecting Brett Savage.
 
The final act in this sequence was the trigger to activate the self-destruct and clean-up module lurking within Digit’s personalised Trojan suite active on Brett’s computer, the viruses that had made this whole process possible.
 
“After all we wouldn’t want this sleaze-bag believing he was not responsible for his affairs would we,” Slit thought to herself with a wry smile.
 
Slit finished her work by erasing and cleaning the filth from her own computer and layback to enjoy the rest of her trip with a glass of complimentary champagne and the odd play of her legs to keep her ‘pirate’ companion dreaming of unattainable treasures.
 
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Eventually the Japan refuel stop came, affording everyone the chance to stretch legs and stroll around. Bang, like the gentleman he is, invited his new companion to accompany him for a hot shower to freshen up, separate showers of course. First dates go like that in Kansas and Nebraska.
 
Dianne was taken with her new friend. Jason’s polite nature, wisdom and experience with travel made her feel warm, fresh and uncomplicated. She had not even arrived in Phuket, yet already she felt hopeful, as she had at school before life set in and made her world more complex.
 
Slit kept herself to herself, had a quick leg stretching stroll, she spent a few minutes looking at some very fancy, functional flick knives in a duty free display, a few had the look of perfect balance with that good curvature needed to stop one cutting their own fingers during a solid rib thrust. She resisted the urge to touch, as acquiring weapons at this stage of her trip would be out of the question, much too complex.
 
Meanwhile, with everyone off the aircraft for re-fuelling, the cleaning and maintenance staff swarmed; preparing everything for the Bangkok leg of the journey.
 
One of the cleaning staff had plenty of time and opportunity to follow the clear instruction received from her Yakuza, Kumicho. She replaced the expensive camera in Brett’s camera case with a purpose shaped and weighted package of heroin, then continued to clean the cabin, taking care not to disturb any passenger personal effects. Her task complete, she walked away casually thinking of her next cleaning tasks, her master would be pleased with her today. He had completed an important ‘quid pro quo’ for his Gypsy Wanderer brother, Commissar Boss, in the USA, another international co-operation of equals, forged over years of trust, honour and mutual respect.
 
With the aircraft service complete and the passengers again seated, the journey to Bangkok continued without drama. Slit took advantage of the full extension of her expensive seat, watched a short Asian current affairs program on the personal video screen and settled in for a few hours relaxing kip.
 
Meanwhile, down the back Bang, while somewhat restless, settled in for the movie and another increasingly personal exchange of life experiences with his new consort. More than a couple of times Bang contemplated jumping to his feet, belching loudly; yelling at the top of his voice, “You can all get stuffed! Wench, hit me with a cold one or I’ll spit on your eye.” Then fart as only he can and sit back down to watch the mood change. He figured this was needed to keep everyone on his or her toes. He resisted his urge, continued to play the sober, mild mannered career what’s-it from where ever. “Only a few more hours,” he kept silently repeating to himself.
 
The aircraft landed at Bangkok’s Don Muang Airport, parking at terminal two where everyone exited, picked up their luggage and proceeded to the customs counter.  Bang politely steered Dianne away from the customs queue behind Brett Savage, saying simply that he felt the line further over was moving faster. It was a wise move as the line stopped for some time while Brett was methodically checked, rechecked and escorted away for further processing with Brett loudly protesting his innocence while reminding each of the Thai authorities; he was an American and they had no right to do this to him.
 
Slit had parted customs before the disturbance, the trappings of leaving the aircraft first, only carrying hand luggage, always speaking politely and being an attractive well-dressed female. She ignored the hassle for offers of limousines, taxi’s, busses, etc, choosing to take a brisk walk along the five hundred meter walkway to the domestic terminal and a further shorter walkway to Don Muang railway station where she paid her seven Baht to catch a train the twenty five kilometres to down town Bangkok’s Wangwian Yai station, changed onto the Silom line and continued on to Saphan Taksin station. Emerging from the rail network, she strolled a few city blocks to the Shangri-La hotel, picked up a waiting package from the desk clerk and went to her room where she pulled out her phone and sent a prewritten text message saying, “arrived OK all’s cool” then indulged herself in a refreshing bath before settling down to the evening’s business.
 
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Dianne, with Bang in tow, navigated customs, found the queue to board the shuttle bus to the domestic terminal, than joined the queue for seat allocation to board yet another plane for a further one hour twenty minute flight to Phuket. Dianne was by now rather keen to try out the hotel room bed; the heavenly holiday would have to wait a few hours while she recovered. Bang’s shoulder was becoming a comfortable resting place while she rapidly slipped further into that zombie land reserved for multiple time zone travel. As for Bang, he just needed space. Regimentation and mass storage in a crowd was not his thing; but as for needing sleep, he was a veteran of endurance, he could go four days straight if the beer could keep up.
 
Finally, Dianne staggered from the hotel transit bus with Bang following along impersonating a packhorse. They picked up their room keys and a package for Bang from the desk clerk. By the time Bang finished offloading her luggage Dianne was already asleep. Bang quietly closed her door and made his way to his own room next door. He pulled out his phone an sent a prewritten text message saying, “arrived OK all’s cool”, quickly found some beer in the bar fridge and used it to freshen up while checking out the balcony and in particular how difficult climbing about on the outside of the building would prove.
 
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Slit dried herself off and draped her naked body across the bed while the warm tropical air return newly found warmth to normal temperature. She opened her package and checked over the content, taking particular interest in each of the various passports and identity documents it contained. Unexpectedly she also found a necklace sized metal case, inside, which had been, wrapped almost neatly an attached card in Bosses scribble simply saying, “for those insecure moments.” Still curious Slit opened the box and found her favourite ivory handled flick knife ‘staring’ at her. She picked it up and dragged it slowly across her chest wandering off to spare a moment with the thought of distant memories still held close to the mind, before jumping up and placed the package of documents in the small bar fridge freezer. 
 
Fully aware that while in Thailand she would be respected and judged by her appearance, Slit outfitted herself in a full-length peach silk skirt, a lacy white high neck full sleeved see though blouse, which she wore over an equally stunning open yet, on the shoulder round neck opaque silk slip, allowing that elegant feel to be fully realised. The blouse she wore flowing over her skirt, affording full advantage of the intricate lace patterns around her thighs. She chose an obvious yet modest peach belt to allow her waistline to fully energize the curvature of her form. Her makeup she applied lightly with an aim for the Asian ‘feel’, darker eyeliner with a higher cheek line then she would normally apply. Light flat fully covered, open shoes, her fine black hair, up, rolled inward at the back, around a fully concealed ivory flick knife. No jewellery, save for two captivatingly expensive looking pearl earrings subtly swaying to complement her lip and chin line. Satisfied with the job, she winked at the mirror’s image, puckered up a little before transforming her facial expression into her charmingly cheeky signature smile. She lent over and carefully placed three hundred thousand Baht in the top of her knee high stockings, turned for the door, picking up a small peach sized handbag off the bed and headed off on foot up the bustling Charlene Krung Road in the direction of China Town.
 
Slit enjoyed her evening walk, the sight, sound and smell of Bangkok was something she warmed to. It had a bustling vibrant atmosphere not found in western societies. A timid eye could easily mistake it for personal danger but Slit could see the streets were safe, occupied and self-regulating, a situation long lost at home. She turned into Songwat Road and at the intersection of Sampeng Lane she found the confidence to walk into the traffic crossing the road as she had seen others do, it worked, somehow the chaos parted going either side of her as she kept walking. Near the old markets on Sampeng Lane at the corner of Mangkon Road, Slit entered a small tailor shop asked the proprietor if she might see Phu Ngoc Trinh explaining she would be expected, her name was Slit. The hunched old man she spoke to, gestured to wait and disappeared behind a curtain-covered doorway. Soon enough he returned saying with a bow of his head, “You come please.”
 
Slit followed the old man through the doorway and was immediately confronted by three Asian derivations of Mickey Spillane characters, European style suits, the hat; they even had their arms folded. Slit struggled not to laugh as they quizzed her in broken English about her business and frisked her down. Slit caused a little tension when she shoved one of them back some distance into the wall for rechecking her chest area after another had already done so, he wasn’t looking for weapons. Slit quickly grabbed the next closest character by the throat with one hand, turning him rather red in the face and was reaching towards her hair with the other hand when a middle aged man dressed in more traditional Thai appearance, stepped into the room and said in surprisingly good English, “That will be all; Welcome to Thailand Ms Slit.” He uttered some further conversation in Thai resulting in the three want-to-be gangsters quickly exiting after offering a quick bow of their head first to the man and then to Slit. Slit returned the head bow with a ‘no hard feelings’ smile and replied to the Man saying, “Mr Trinh I presume,” while bowing her head to him, in greeting.
 
“Yes, I am he,” he replied and continued, “and, you are Ms Slit I have heard of you. It is said you are a warrior with the appearance of the Lotus Flower, the heart and tenacity of the tiger combined with the strength and wisdom of the elephant. I have just seen for myself that what is said of you is all truth. Might I say how your appearance today does the custom and dignity of my country much pride; I am both impressed and flattered. I must apologise for the behaviour of my man just now, if your honour requires his hands to be removed this will be taken care of.”
 
A somewhat flattered and shocked Slit, replied that his man should be allowed to keep his hands. However she did request that the matter be held unsettled to help him learn to fully respect others. The answer seemed to impress Mr Trinh, who Slit could see was every inch the formidable person his Triad leadership status would have him be.
 
“Come, I welcome you my table, I invite you to dine with my family,” Mr Trinh offered as he gestured Slit to follow him through the door from which he had come. They walked down a short corridor into an alleyway and back into an adjoining building which was clearly a working kitchen, through to the restaurant proper and to Slit’s complete surprise he invited her to sit at a table and proceeding to introduce her, as Ms Slit his guest from the United States to his wife and two daughters, one a teenager and the other somewhat younger. Slit was rather taken by this gesture of complete trust.
 
The food they served was to die for. Mr Trinh’s teenage daughter while having that, modest Thai, almost shy persona on the surface, proved to be something of a free spirit using Slit to practice her English, asking a gambit of questions about western teenage activities. She also broached the topic of how she wanted to work for her father’s business but he will not allow it because she is a girl. She asking advice on how to pressure her father and rather imprudently added that she wanted to be a warrior.
 
Slit rather cautiously addressed the topic explaining that you do not learn to be a warrior, you learn the skills that are needed and you are a warrior. Slit added that the warrior undertakes all tasks without displaying emotion or drawing any personal attention. The measure of a warrior is the result, not the performance and the strength of a warrior is counted in failure not in success. Your place beside your father will be achieved when you have the wisdom and strength needed to be worthy of being at his side. Slit also added that she knew enough about Mr Trinh to know that he is not a man who would hold someone back because they are female. He will give you every opportunity to follow your dream, you are no good to your father’s business until you are educated, skilled in commerce and have the mental strength to support your training. My advice for you is to do well at school, make your parents proud of your achievements. Go to University and excel, these skills will complete your dream. Study and practise the marshal arts, to be strong of body is the path to strength of mind. If you achieve these things your father will not be able to resist taking you into the family business he needs the best, and besides you have already shown you know his weakness, you are his daughter. It is the place of a warrior to expose weakness. There is one more thing you must remember, it is most important, never forget that your greatest gift and true strength will flow from being female, this might make your journey a hard one but it will also be of your making. By way of an example you should picture this table through the eyes of an adversary entering the restaurant, your father’s warrior appearance will immediately demand his respect and total attention, while the rest of us will only command his respect for being female, attention toward us he will leave until he is more relaxed. This would be his undoing for he has displayed his weakness; at this table there are several people who should demand this adversary’s respect and full attention.    
 
The evening passed quickly and eventually Mr Trinh invited Slit to the privacy of his office above the restaurant. Mr Trinh apologised for his daughter’s questions, adding that he had always been truthful with his family about his business activity; he never wants his children to find out and feel ashamed of him. He expressed his gratitude for the advice Slit had given to his daughter.
 
Slit removed the money from her stocking and offered it as a deposit of goodwill from her Master, Mr Boss who wanted to conduct a little business in this area. Mr Trinh accepted the money and offered his personal assurance that Mr Boss had his approval, protection and co-operation while operating in Thailand.
 
Mr Trinh explained to Slit that he was aware that they intended to extract people from custody and offered his advice about what he saw as the real problem. He explained that getting out of prison in Thailand was quite simple. The problem is to stay alive once out, our police force do not place the same value on escaped prisoners as they do other humans and shall we say they have been brought up on a diet of your American cowboy movies. Slit explained that she understood this and in all cases the people concerned were prepared to take the risk.
 
Slit asked that Mr Trinh might use his influence in relation to a few administrative matters in the prisons. The first relating to a recent arrival to the Thai prison system, Brett Savage, could it be arranged for him to receive a regular supply of food poisoning and if his food could also be laced with cordite to give him that pale, yellow appearance of the dying. We would like this person to experience an acceleration of his future prospects so he may be more in need of the desire to leave Thailand. Mr Trinh laughed openly and through a wide smile gave his word that this would be done immediately, for free as a gesture of goodwill between our organizations. Adding, this man I have heard of, he does not respect Thai children or Thai customs.
 
Slit explained that she would allow for Brett Savage to make a donation of one million US dollars to support Thai children’s charities as his departure gift. Mr Trinh was impressed with this generosity and openly explained how a gesture of this nature would realise considerable status for his business. 
 
The other matters relate more to my direct dealing here. Tomorrow in my capacity as a solicitor I am to visit James Scotch, a foreign prisoner in Bangkwang prison. I will also be visiting, Joanne Frost and Megumi Ioka, both foreign female prisoners in Bangkhen prison.
 
It would be very convenient if the male prisoner in Bangkwang could be transferred to Klongprem prison and the two ladies in Babgkhen were placed in the same cellblock. I will lodge an appeal of the sentence on behalf of James Scotch after my visit tomorrow. Mr Trinh displayed pleasure on his face impressed with the plan he knew full well the Bangkhen and Klongprem prisons were side-by-side and effectively one prison for a breakout. He also knew the Klongprem prison is where persons awaiting trial or appeal hearings were usually held. Mr Trinh gave his assurance that James Scotch would be transferred back to Klongprem prison as soon as the appeal papers are stamped and the ladies would be put in the same cell immediately.
 

 
Slit then made her last request by inquiring about a supply of a quantity of Flex-X explosives and remote detonator equipment, explaining that the experts will be advising her shortly. Quantities of as much as eighty kilograms might be involved. Mr Trinh explained that this could be arranged but cautioned that the cost would be substantial. Slit accepted the cost on behalf of Mr Boss and also invited Mr Trinh to add any of his own people to the escape plan, explaining the holes made will still be there as our people leave the area. Slit undertook to give Mr Trinh full details of the timing as soon as they are finalised.
 
With the business finalised Mr Trinh and Slit offered each other farewells and parted, Slit returned to her hotel room for the night satisfied all was on track. Before retiring she sent another prewritten text message, on her phone saying, “Visited China town today; all’s cool.”