I’ll still take it as the win, ups my demerit count by a hundredfold!That’s cheating!
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Nordic Peril: The Sequel to Gone Missing in Sweden
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windar
Teller of Tales
"Barbie" will get you even more demerits...Truth be told
Try it and a thousand demerits you shall receive!!!
xso
Tribune
Suspense is building up.....This Åke guy seems to be very horny..... remember to put some clothes on if you end up at his outdoor wooden post after some hard sex!
xso
Tribune
Thanks for this exciting chapter B! So Gun has found a playroom with a sound proof? door in a house located in 'the middle of nowere'.......Hmm.....wonder what will happen? Any crosses in this room?
Chapter 5. The country home of Åke Persson, east side of the Ångerman river (Ångermanälven) about 10 km upriver from the town of Sollefteå. Tuesday, 29 January, 10:03.
“Morning ladies!” greeted Åke Persson amiably.
He’d just come down to the main floor to find Barbara and Gun Thorell seating themselves at the dining table. Anna-Lisa was there too, dutifully tending to the task of filling their empty coffee cups.
“You’re certainly up late,” replied Gun. “Long night?”
“One might say that,” he replied drily, looking directly at Barbara and winking.
She looked away.
“You two girls look flushed,” he continued. “What have you been up to?”
“Flushed? Do we? No, we’ve just been hanging out here all morning. Must be all that hot coffee we’ve been drinking,” Barbara lied.
A doubtfully surprised look crossed Anna-Lisa’s face.
“You’re a terrible liar, Dr. Moore,” laughed Åke. “Come on, out with it. You two been enjoying a little lez-sex, haven’t you? Don’t think I don’t notice the signs. Pretty darn obvious!”
“You’re right. We should have known that you’d catch on,” intervened Gun quickly.
Anna-Lisa frowned.
“Are you going to tell us now why we’re here?” said Barbara. “You promised last night to fill us in on your new position as a Rapporteur with the UN Human Rights Council, and the reason why you summoned me here.”
“Right! … Anna-Lisa! Be a dear and bring me some coffee. Oh, and a plate of pastries too for all of us to enjoy.”
Wordlessly she placed a coffee cup before him as he seated himself across from Gun and Barbara, and then disappeared into the kitchen.
“Now, where to start?” began Åke, tenting his hands before him on the table and adopting a serious business-like expression. “I gather from what’s already been said that you are both aware of my position as a Rapporteur for the UN. And, I believe that Barb, at least, knows from our phone conversation of a few days ago that my remit is North Korea.”
“Right,” agreed Barbara, reaching for one of the cardamom buns on the pastry plate that Anna-Lisa placed on the table.
“North Korea? Such a dreadful place! Will you be going there?” added Gun, selecting a kanelbulle from the plate, tearing off a piece of the swirled cinnamon-flavored pastry, and dunking it in her coffee before popping it in her mouth.
“Well, it’s true that a so-called ‘country visit’ is a normal part of a Rapporteur’s job of assembling a report to the Council. But it’s not really feasible in the case of the so-called ‘Hermit Kingdom’ because it wouldn’t be welcomed and, even if it were, no access to the country’s extensive capacity for systematic and brutal suppression would be permitted.”
“But we do know something of what goes on there already, don’t we?” chimed in Barbara, setting down her coffee cup and leaning forward earnestly. “I’m no expert on that part of the world, but even I know that North Korea has arguably the worst human rights record in the world. I know from reading a recent Amnesty International report that the authorities spy on everyone, apprehend and imprison without due process those accused of political crimes, and deport them to one of six labor camps. There they are forced to work in conditions approaching slavery, exposed to such abuses as torture, starvation, rape, murder, and even medical experimentation. No one reportedly gets out alive.”
“I love you for your passion, Barb! You’re so much fun to watch when you get your passion stoked up!” laughed Åke.
“Are you referring to her professional passions or her passions between the sheets when someone has plied her with too much wine?” remarked a straight-faced Gun.
“I’ll ignore that comment,” sniffed Åke . “Yes, Barb, we know all of that which you have just related. We can identify the six prison camps to which you refer through satellite imagery and estimate their size and population. We think that there are as many as 600,00 detainees in those camps. And we have fragmentary reporting here and there of the terrible abuses you mention. But that’s just it. Our knowledge is fragmentary and often unverifiable.”
“So, Åke. What’s different now? Why am I here in Sollefteå?”
“It’s because we have a defector. Someone who has managed to slip out of North Korea. Someone who is in a position … an official position … to give us the detailed knowledge that we lack about the systematic human abuses perpetrated by the regime … someone who actually held a key high level position in the State’s repression apparatus. I am, as we speak, coordinating a process by which she is secretively being brought here to Sollefteå to be debriefed, and what I learn from her I believe will be the ‘bombshell’ at the center of my Rapporteur’s report to the Council … and to the World.”
“Wait a second. Åke, I distinctly heard you say ‘she’. Are you telling us that this highly-placed defector is a woman?”
“Exactly, Barb. And that’s where you come in. I need a woman, a woman well-versed in the academic study of human rights abuses, like yourself, to assist … no, more than that … to actually take a lead role in her debriefing. I believe that, being a woman, and a very special woman I might add, you alone could best gain her trust and confidence, and extract the information that we wish to obtain. She is, I’ve been told by our people with the UN, who are currently bringing her to us, extremely wary and guarded, even … understandably … quite frightened and fearful. I believe you could befriend her, gain her confidence, put her at ease.”
“Well, if that doesn’t beat all,” remarked Gun, reaching for another kanelbulle.”
Anna-Lisa, who had been quietly listening from where she stood in the kitchen doorway, nodded.
“Alright, I’m intrigued,” admitted Barbara. “When does she arrive here?”
“Tomorrow or the next day. The details are still being worked out.”
“Where is she now?” asked Gun.
“In a UN sanctioned and controlled safe house somewhere in Geneva. It’s all highly secretive. Even the Swiss authorities are unaware of her presence there.”
“To whom did she defect, and why didn’t they alert the Americans, South Koreans, anyone? Surely you’ve alerted the authorities here in Sweden of her impending arrival?” pressed Gun, a look of professional concern animating her face.
“She defected to the Chinese. And it was the Chinese who quietly turned her over to the UN. They wanted no part of her. So you see, Gun, this is entirely a UN operation. The Swedish authorities are as much in the dark as anyone else. They’ll be clued in when the time is right, of course, but not now.”
“So, there’s been no effort to arrange even for local security here in Sollefteå?”
“No. That’s why she’s being brought here … to this house … out of the way and secluded. The last place anyone would look for her. Think about how much trouble it was for you and Barb to get here!”
“Good thing you’ve got me here, then,” concluded Gun drily.
**********************
Office of Detective Bertil Hansson, Police Authority (Polismyndigheten) Headquarters, Svartbäcksgatan 49, Uppsala, Sweden. Tuesday, 29 January, 10:26.
When Hansson returned to his own office after sharing a few drinks with the Chief, he found that he was unable to shake his sense of unease over the fact that Gun had taken leave without speaking to him directly. That just wasn’t like her.
He knew the Chief was undoubtedly right about her having gone off to be with Barbara Moore. That they had the hots for one another was obvious enough. But she could have said something to him!
Was he jealous? The memory of the night that he and Gun had spent together in that Norrtalje hotel room back in May, rather than fading, had become more vivid and intrusive with time. He had found himself reliving it in his mind far too often as of late.
He knew he needed to shake off his sense of unease. If only there was work to distract him. But his desktop was bare. The caseload had fallen off to nil … the post-holiday doldrums had set in, just as the Chief had said.
So, he made a decision. He knew it was wrong … pointless really … but he told himself there wouldn’t be any harm in discreetly checking up on her.
So he left his office, went down to the garage, and got into his old but venerable Saab, which he drove out to Granby where Gun had a spacious flat in one of the older apartment blocks out there. Pulling into the parking area, he checked the reserved space where he knew she kept her Volvo.
The space was empty, which meant that she and Barbara Moore, assuming they were together, were probably not there. It was mid-morning. Perhaps they had gone out shopping or some such thing?
On impulse, he parked his car, got out and entered her building. He went up the flight of stairs that led to the second level and walked down the hall to the door of her flat.
Checking to be sure that no one was around, he knelt to peer in through the mail drop. The place was quiet. She was obviously gone as he knew would be the case, but what struck him as strange was the fact that Monday’s mail lay scattered on the floor below the drop.
Wherever she might have gone, she had to have left before Monday’s mail delivery. The only logical conclusion to be drawn, his detective’s mind told him, was that she had left Uppsala … presumably at some time between when he last saw her at the restaurant on Sunday evening and the morning mail drop.
‘Well, enough of this!’ he told himself, sheepishly. And, nodding to an elderly woman who had just come into the corridor from her apartment and was eying him suspiciously, he beat a hasty retreat.
TBC
“Morning ladies!” greeted Åke Persson amiably.
He’d just come down to the main floor to find Barbara and Gun Thorell seating themselves at the dining table. Anna-Lisa was there too, dutifully tending to the task of filling their empty coffee cups.
“You’re certainly up late,” replied Gun. “Long night?”
“One might say that,” he replied drily, looking directly at Barbara and winking.
She looked away.
“You two girls look flushed,” he continued. “What have you been up to?”
“Flushed? Do we? No, we’ve just been hanging out here all morning. Must be all that hot coffee we’ve been drinking,” Barbara lied.
A doubtfully surprised look crossed Anna-Lisa’s face.
“You’re a terrible liar, Dr. Moore,” laughed Åke. “Come on, out with it. You two been enjoying a little lez-sex, haven’t you? Don’t think I don’t notice the signs. Pretty darn obvious!”
“You’re right. We should have known that you’d catch on,” intervened Gun quickly.
Anna-Lisa frowned.
“Are you going to tell us now why we’re here?” said Barbara. “You promised last night to fill us in on your new position as a Rapporteur with the UN Human Rights Council, and the reason why you summoned me here.”
“Right! … Anna-Lisa! Be a dear and bring me some coffee. Oh, and a plate of pastries too for all of us to enjoy.”
Wordlessly she placed a coffee cup before him as he seated himself across from Gun and Barbara, and then disappeared into the kitchen.
“Now, where to start?” began Åke, tenting his hands before him on the table and adopting a serious business-like expression. “I gather from what’s already been said that you are both aware of my position as a Rapporteur for the UN. And, I believe that Barb, at least, knows from our phone conversation of a few days ago that my remit is North Korea.”
“Right,” agreed Barbara, reaching for one of the cardamom buns on the pastry plate that Anna-Lisa placed on the table.
“North Korea? Such a dreadful place! Will you be going there?” added Gun, selecting a kanelbulle from the plate, tearing off a piece of the swirled cinnamon-flavored pastry, and dunking it in her coffee before popping it in her mouth.
“Well, it’s true that a so-called ‘country visit’ is a normal part of a Rapporteur’s job of assembling a report to the Council. But it’s not really feasible in the case of the so-called ‘Hermit Kingdom’ because it wouldn’t be welcomed and, even if it were, no access to the country’s extensive capacity for systematic and brutal suppression would be permitted.”
“But we do know something of what goes on there already, don’t we?” chimed in Barbara, setting down her coffee cup and leaning forward earnestly. “I’m no expert on that part of the world, but even I know that North Korea has arguably the worst human rights record in the world. I know from reading a recent Amnesty International report that the authorities spy on everyone, apprehend and imprison without due process those accused of political crimes, and deport them to one of six labor camps. There they are forced to work in conditions approaching slavery, exposed to such abuses as torture, starvation, rape, murder, and even medical experimentation. No one reportedly gets out alive.”
“I love you for your passion, Barb! You’re so much fun to watch when you get your passion stoked up!” laughed Åke.
“Are you referring to her professional passions or her passions between the sheets when someone has plied her with too much wine?” remarked a straight-faced Gun.
“I’ll ignore that comment,” sniffed Åke . “Yes, Barb, we know all of that which you have just related. We can identify the six prison camps to which you refer through satellite imagery and estimate their size and population. We think that there are as many as 600,00 detainees in those camps. And we have fragmentary reporting here and there of the terrible abuses you mention. But that’s just it. Our knowledge is fragmentary and often unverifiable.”
“So, Åke. What’s different now? Why am I here in Sollefteå?”
“It’s because we have a defector. Someone who has managed to slip out of North Korea. Someone who is in a position … an official position … to give us the detailed knowledge that we lack about the systematic human abuses perpetrated by the regime … someone who actually held a key high level position in the State’s repression apparatus. I am, as we speak, coordinating a process by which she is secretively being brought here to Sollefteå to be debriefed, and what I learn from her I believe will be the ‘bombshell’ at the center of my Rapporteur’s report to the Council … and to the World.”
“Wait a second. Åke, I distinctly heard you say ‘she’. Are you telling us that this highly-placed defector is a woman?”
“Exactly, Barb. And that’s where you come in. I need a woman, a woman well-versed in the academic study of human rights abuses, like yourself, to assist … no, more than that … to actually take a lead role in her debriefing. I believe that, being a woman, and a very special woman I might add, you alone could best gain her trust and confidence, and extract the information that we wish to obtain. She is, I’ve been told by our people with the UN, who are currently bringing her to us, extremely wary and guarded, even … understandably … quite frightened and fearful. I believe you could befriend her, gain her confidence, put her at ease.”
“Well, if that doesn’t beat all,” remarked Gun, reaching for another kanelbulle.”
Anna-Lisa, who had been quietly listening from where she stood in the kitchen doorway, nodded.
“Alright, I’m intrigued,” admitted Barbara. “When does she arrive here?”
“Tomorrow or the next day. The details are still being worked out.”
“Where is she now?” asked Gun.
“In a UN sanctioned and controlled safe house somewhere in Geneva. It’s all highly secretive. Even the Swiss authorities are unaware of her presence there.”
“To whom did she defect, and why didn’t they alert the Americans, South Koreans, anyone? Surely you’ve alerted the authorities here in Sweden of her impending arrival?” pressed Gun, a look of professional concern animating her face.
“She defected to the Chinese. And it was the Chinese who quietly turned her over to the UN. They wanted no part of her. So you see, Gun, this is entirely a UN operation. The Swedish authorities are as much in the dark as anyone else. They’ll be clued in when the time is right, of course, but not now.”
“So, there’s been no effort to arrange even for local security here in Sollefteå?”
“No. That’s why she’s being brought here … to this house … out of the way and secluded. The last place anyone would look for her. Think about how much trouble it was for you and Barb to get here!”
“Good thing you’ve got me here, then,” concluded Gun drily.
**********************
Office of Detective Bertil Hansson, Police Authority (Polismyndigheten) Headquarters, Svartbäcksgatan 49, Uppsala, Sweden. Tuesday, 29 January, 10:26.
When Hansson returned to his own office after sharing a few drinks with the Chief, he found that he was unable to shake his sense of unease over the fact that Gun had taken leave without speaking to him directly. That just wasn’t like her.
He knew the Chief was undoubtedly right about her having gone off to be with Barbara Moore. That they had the hots for one another was obvious enough. But she could have said something to him!
Was he jealous? The memory of the night that he and Gun had spent together in that Norrtalje hotel room back in May, rather than fading, had become more vivid and intrusive with time. He had found himself reliving it in his mind far too often as of late.
He knew he needed to shake off his sense of unease. If only there was work to distract him. But his desktop was bare. The caseload had fallen off to nil … the post-holiday doldrums had set in, just as the Chief had said.
So, he made a decision. He knew it was wrong … pointless really … but he told himself there wouldn’t be any harm in discreetly checking up on her.
So he left his office, went down to the garage, and got into his old but venerable Saab, which he drove out to Granby where Gun had a spacious flat in one of the older apartment blocks out there. Pulling into the parking area, he checked the reserved space where he knew she kept her Volvo.
The space was empty, which meant that she and Barbara Moore, assuming they were together, were probably not there. It was mid-morning. Perhaps they had gone out shopping or some such thing?
On impulse, he parked his car, got out and entered her building. He went up the flight of stairs that led to the second level and walked down the hall to the door of her flat.
Checking to be sure that no one was around, he knelt to peer in through the mail drop. The place was quiet. She was obviously gone as he knew would be the case, but what struck him as strange was the fact that Monday’s mail lay scattered on the floor below the drop.
Wherever she might have gone, she had to have left before Monday’s mail delivery. The only logical conclusion to be drawn, his detective’s mind told him, was that she had left Uppsala … presumably at some time between when he last saw her at the restaurant on Sunday evening and the morning mail drop.
‘Well, enough of this!’ he told himself, sheepishly. And, nodding to an elderly woman who had just come into the corridor from her apartment and was eying him suspiciously, he beat a hasty retreat.
TBC
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Was she tired of goose-stepping in a mini-skirt?
The main issue is : are the North Korean authorities in the dark about her whereabouts?
Anyway! One Moore woman in the country home! It will be crowded around the whipping post!
Saab 96?
Or the more recent (but still old and venerable) Saab 900?
Almost certainly the 96
Now … who would ever accuse 99 of doing anything like that?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Barb to be involved in a de-briefing? I couldn't think of a more perfect job for her
Still, it begs the question as to who will actually end up manacled to the post in the garden, naked covered in lightly falling snow ...
Excellent piece as always Barb ...
Migoz2
Senator
I'll give you 500:1 that it's Åke.................
twonines
LIMERICUS
Someone who places little value on the skin on her tight little?Now … who would ever accuse 99 of doing anything like that?
twonines
LIMERICUS
At those odds, it`s worth risking a quid.
I dunno, do you recall any story by @Barbaria1 when the first whipping was to a man?
In fact I’m struggling to recall one where it wasn’t Babs herself copping the first lashing (and whipping the other Barb in that multi Barb story still counts as whipping Barb…)?
You’d best consult @windar on that ….
Migoz2
Senator
At the risk of reading ahead (which I know is a deadly sin on CF), has @Barbaria1 got a global scoop?
xso
Tribune
A fantastic car.....production stopped 1980.......Almost certainly the 96
xso
Tribune
Yet another very good chapter B! You know how to build up suspense and spice it with details......Maybe I am also 'reading ahead'......I suspect that the 'play room' in the desolated house might be used for the debriefing of the North Korean lady...... Thanks for yet another good story! (PS I did not know that Sollefteå could be this exciting....)
Pic: More or less the whole town......
