Once Upon a Time . .

Michael Crane · Post by **Michael Crane** » Fri Dec 19, 2003 5:39 pm

Once upon a time, young Ellie was packing her suitcase ready for her adventure in the motor car.

She packed the usual things a lady would pack, a change of underwear, some smart clothes for the evenings, a lipstick (in red, her favourite colour - and what did she care if mummy said she looked cheap?), and mascara to lengthen those already lengthy eyelashes (all the better to flutter them, she thought).

Happily she bundled her hair-dryer and some hairgrips on top the open case, sat upon it to close it, and off she went.

As she came out of the front door of her home, her hair blowing in the cool wind, . . . .

EllenBowdery · Post by **EllenBowdery** » Fri Dec 19, 2003 7:59 pm

A secret smile played round her lips and as she slid behind the wheel of the silver XJS--a girlish giggle came from behind the driving seat.
Elle adjusted the rearview mirror--and as she did so ---the long chestnut hair of Tricky came into focus. Tricky was Ellie's "Jane Seymore" lookalike girl friend--full of fun and always eager to join in anything daring--and this was going to be daring

"Put your foot down Elle"----Tricky's green eyes sparkled with mischief,
"You know Mads will be furious if we're late.Its gonna take 2 hours getting there as it is!"
"Yeah yeah alright!" Ellie applied yet more lippy. This meeting was so important. Madeleine had gone to so much trouble arranging it--this their first encounter with the mysterious "G"-- a real enigma --the excitement made her hands tremble slightly on the wheel---
"Got a glam outfit Trick? think we're gonna have to change at a gas station on the way--wont have time when we get there!"
The road was dark,foggy as they made out the word on the sign post--Fylingdales---and they could just make out the huge round glistening white spheres--Ellie pulled over --her heart thumping loudly as the armed guard walked towards them----------------------------------------

cowboy · Post by **cowboy** » Sat Dec 20, 2003 3:36 am

Suddenly' a 747 roared over head, inches above the somewhat short tree-tops, it's four mighty engines screaming in full throtle agony like some primevil beast.
Tracy sat transfixed as if cought up in some ethieral force that defied human discription.
Elley raised her hands to her ears....
...the guard lowered his hand and felt the reasuring weight of his weapon as he pulled it from it's holster.
"This is just like a movie", he thought to himself, as he cocked his gun and took deadly aim at the two women in the Silver XJS.

eco/spider · Post by **eco/spider** » Sat Dec 20, 2003 5:03 pm

When Elly saw the size of his weapon she fluttered her eye lashes furiusly saying calmly "please lower your gun.we have permits to enter and are expected by M"
"password please? the voice was deep and menacing as he lowered the weapon away from elly and tricky.
Tricky answered defiently "webmaster!.then said "this is bad.we are expected.Ill have to report you.what is your name?
The guard removed the dark shades to reveal icy grey eyes that glared down at them "my name is Crane.sergant Mike crane.sorry but security is tight .That was AIRFORCE 1 just flew in.President Coop aboard! Follow me ladies.no time to lose.Departure time 20 minutes.Destination Faro!
I see you are ready to dine with the Pres." His lustfilled eyes gazed down at the ample plunge necklines of the beautiful evening gowns.
"but but,elly stuttered.We thought we were going to the states? now Faro? but we havent brought our shorts with us!
"dont worry about that.youll find all you need on board.hurry now we cant keep the pres and Madam Madilene waiting"
With that they left the car and followed the beam from his enormous torch towards the waiting jet-------------------------

digger · Post by **digger** » Sat Dec 20, 2003 7:50 pm

Crouched in the shadows behind a small palm, Martin held his breath as a guard wearing bandoleers and carrying an AK-47 moved past and headed toward the front of the clubhouse. Didn't these guys sleep? He reminded himself to sit tight, he was being paid to rescue Ms Bluesky. Paid a lot. It was the only reason he wasn’t at the roundup but willing to face guerillas armed better than he was to get her back to the village.
The 747 roared overhead, Martin looked up, saluted then ducked out, hurrying to the edge of the slanting building. Crouching, he spotted her through a window and feelings he couldn't name shot through his chest like a blade. He wasn't going to pick them apart. He had a job to do. Now. Before they both got waxed.
Weapon out, with his back to the wall, he peered over the sill. Ms Bluesky, daughter of a local celebrity was in the centre of the room, blindfolded, gagged — a smart move on their part — and tied to a wooden chair. Her head was slumped forward, shoulders limp, and for a second he thought she was dead. And inside, he hurt. Sharp, angry. Then she stirred, lifting her head. He could hear her captors on the terrace, boozing it up and getting comfortable. Holstering his weapon, he moved to her, closing his hand over her gagged mouth and pulling her head back against his shoulder. She fought him, and he tightened his grip to near punishing. "Be quiet or we're both dead. Understand?" She nodded, but the tension didn't ease from her body. Letting her go, he cut her gag and ropes, ignoring her raw bleeding wrists and pulling her from the chair to the floor. Pinky ripped off the blindfold, blinking. "If this isn't for real, I'll make you sorry," she whispered in a gravelly voice and Martin's brows shot up. That didn't sound like the Pinky he remembered.

digger · Post by **digger** » Mon Dec 22, 2003 10:09 pm

“Well-I-wish-it-could-be-Chris-mas-ev-ry-da-a-ay”, both Pinkiebluesky and Martin were singing, shouting to make themselves heard as they sped down the auto-estrada in Martin’s open-top army surplus jeep. With one eye on the road and one eye on her he felt movement in his trousers. He whipped it out, “the eagle has landed” the text read. He showed it to her. They both knew what it meant.

elle · Post by **elle** » Tue Dec 23, 2003 12:37 am

meanwhile--back at the secret hangar in Faro--Pres Coop'his trusty aide Madam Madeleine,Tricky and Ellie knocked back their last black russians before sergeant Mike Crane --his mighty weapon cocked ready in his hand--led them from the plane across the tarmac to a large wooden building at the rear.
Banging loudly on the door and shouting through peephole"Webmaster"!--he then turned the huge iron nob and ushered them through,
It was dark --but Crane shone his huge flashlight towards the seemingly empty space.There --leaning back in a large leather armchair --was a dark-haired/goatee bearded man --his eyes hid behind huge shades.Seeing the Pres he immediately jumped up and strode forward--Coop turned to the girls saying
"Ladies --Id like you to meet "G"! and now--we can discuss our plans to invade and "rescue" CVO"!Let us begin-------------------------------------------

digger · Post by **digger** » Tue Dec 23, 2003 5:22 pm

“huh-hum” the sergeant clears his throat, “ Mr President, if I may….”. They all look at Crane who continued, “I think first we have to decide what to do on New Years Eve”. He pauses then continues, “our man Biffa has a shortlist of venues. He is sworn to secrecy. And here I have prepared a list of themes; Casino Royale with backgammon instead of roulette tables; Secret Policeman’s Ball . . .”. “Venetian Masked Ball” shouts Ellie. “70’s Glam” shouts Tricky. The President raises both hands and all fell silent. After a few moments in deep thought (he remembered that Lone Ranger outfit he wore as a kid and the various guises he’d used on previous visits to cvo, they’d been fun, but gee a masked ball!!!) - he says “OK Sarg I think the ladies can sort this one out”. He would have a quite word with the blond chick later.

martin · Post by **martin** » Tue Dec 23, 2003 5:54 pm

Flying high above the new Silves International Airport, ms maddi phelps and her dedicated Hym team were preparing for the parachute drop..they waited for the signal "orange" from Commander Digger..it was he who had been resposnsible for the destruction of all the land in the Algarve to make way for one huge fairway...the secret terrorist cell AA (Algarve Army) had vowed vengence on this person they called the Dirty Digger or JCB for short. Their leader was known by the name Oswald Bin Lid On..some said he talked rubbish but others said he was chosen to bring an end to poverty in the Algarve....his moto One Person One BMW

Ms Maddi had come well prepared....her mission was to liberate the last offshore owner left in Portugal....would she succeed.........?

now read on!!!!!!!!!!!!

digger · Post by **digger** » Wed Dec 24, 2003 12:02 pm

WORLD EXCLUSIVE

An unknown source has confirmed that possibly 1000 JCB’s a week are gaining illegal entry into Algarve. A British Expat and part-time vigilante Mr Martin X said last night, “these are dirty diggers”. And in an earlier statement claimed they were yellow but dangerous. CNN report on CIA investigations . . . .

Ellie couldn’t bear to read more. She knows Martin and respects his opinion. But the President must be told. But it would spoil everything. He’s just so busy organising the Ball, he wants so much for this to be the best party he’s ever been to. We’ll worry about those blessed JCBs in the new year.

maddi · Post by **maddi** » Wed Dec 24, 2003 12:31 pm

. . . quietly a small loyal army arrives in Carvoeiro from around the world, it is a well organised operation and one that the leaders feel is unpenetrable. The team have spent many, many months and for some, years putting in place their strategies, establishing their heirarchy, discussing highly detailed plans and doing it blatantly in full view of the watching world through the auspices of a simple destination based travel forum.

How the mighty will recoil at their stupidity when they realise how little attention they paid cvo.com when all the time it was front for recruitment and the ideal platform on which to exchange barely encrypted messages. . .

martin · Post by **martin** » Wed Dec 24, 2003 1:04 pm

ms maddi phelps had landed softly on the roof of the apartment block named after a great english kafe...the Mona Lisa...with daring speed she folded her clothes.

"Chute " she swore...the pressure was starting to build..her specially selected Hym team lay in tatters around her..but ever resourceful she started with needle and a thread and diverted attention from the real story..

Her ambition was to be leader of Fortress Carvoeiro..surronded by 30 metre high fencing panels and the last green place left with its own 2500 berth marina created from some say the workings of a secret tunnel .(.one that she had made earlier.) Her moto was simple..Obey me or die!

Would she succeed in her plot..would others be able to read her intentions
correctly...

eco/spider · Post by **eco/spider** » Sun Dec 28, 2003 4:57 pm

"mr president private call for you"
president coop raises himself from his quiet doze in beach hotels comfy sofa.
"Hello mr president.Its Ellie here" her soft voice made his knees go trembly as he had a sudden vision of her in a black mask and nothing else!
Tricky and me will be with you in five okay?"
Pres managed a whispered "ok sure" then collapsed back down again and reached quickly for a quick gulp of his large jack Daniels to steady hiself.
God! He heard all about these english dames he had been warned about their cool image but underneath pheww!!!he took another quick slug.The squeal of brakes startled himand as he looked up three shapely figures came rushimng through the swing doors.
"Hows this for the masked ball mr president? As they stood before him he felt the palms of his hands starting to sweat. all three were dressed in silky clinging dresses that left nothing to the imagination!
Hasnt Madam Maddi done a marvellous job sir?" trickys voice came to him through a whisky haze "shes really good with a needle!she made these from the leftover parachutes.there wasnt much material"
she sure was right there.the dresses fitted where they touched .
"I hopeyou have the masks ready for our use sir? Maddi eficient as ever bent close to hid ear whispering"Oh and its okay sir.you can wear the Loneranger oufit as requested !
The president relazed back into the sofa and sighed with contentment.His dream was coming true at last. But he spoke to soon for the door swung inwards again and there now stood before them -------------------------

tricky · Post by **tricky** » Sun Dec 28, 2003 8:20 pm

A big brass Band!
Never one to miss a trick (or Tricky!), Ms Ellie & Maddi had noticed the date on the Calender on the wall -
The President looked on amazed as the Trio launched into that famous blond anthem, ' Happy Birthday Mr President', Happy Birthday to You!.
But unfortunately before they could finish the song, Digger let out a bloodcurdling Cry... Look at that!!!

Ellie · Post by **Ellie** » Sun Dec 28, 2003 11:35 pm

Diggers loud yells had them all rushing forward to stare in horror throught the hotels large windows for there,drawn up at the waters edge was a massive viking ship and already a horde of large hairy bearded men were wading towards the beach their choppers raised high in one hand .But what made them even moremenacinmg was the waytheir huge horned helmets shone in the searing hot sunshine.
Tricky and Ellie squealed with delight at the sight of all that "utter male-ness" before them.The Norsemen all wore black masks which added greatly to their mystery. But Madam Maddi remained cool and calm,for she had recognised the leader --it was none other than--"Steen Bloodaxe" the fearless Dane--they were no match for him,but her quick ready mind was already forming a plan--she knew his weakness--and with that in mind she made her way to the hotels kitchen---
As soon as she disappeared Ellie and Tricky were out through the doors and heading towards the beach------------------