Nordic Peril: The Sequel to Gone Missing in Sweden

[Fossy]

We knew that the night at Åke's house would end with a 'coupling' we just didn't think it would that 'coupling'! And with Barb passed out naked on her bed!

And as for the spy in the camp, who would have thought it!

A scene of relative calm before several storms explode. Looking very much forward to reading Moore!

 

[twonines]

As Gun and Ake bond at the table,
There`s loads of hot sex in this fable.
Will the men from Pyongyang
Eliminate Chang,
And Barb end up in Kim`s stable?

This just gets better, Barb, loving all these quirky little twists.

 

[Loxuru]

Barbara’s love of marzipan (she ate half the Princess torte all by herself)

That's a new fact we learn about Barb!

In combination with Riesling wine it most likely tastes well!

(but mind the tight little, Barb!)

 

[Migoz2]

But also … always present beneath all the talk, whether serious or light-spirited … was an underlying tension over who would end up spending the night with Barbara in their bed … would it be Gun or Åke?

Does it have to be either / or................?

 

[Barbaria1]

That's a new fact we learn about Barb!

In combination with Riesling wine it most likely tastes well!

(but mind the tight little, Barb!)

YUMMY!!!!!!!

 

[twonines]

That's a new fact we learn about Barb!

In combination with Riesling wine it most likely tastes well!

(but mind the tight little, Barb!)

No worries, Kim`s slut trainers will make her work it off in no time!

 

[Loxuru]

YUMMY!!!!!!!

Leave a bit for me!
(although, it culd be too sweet for my taste).

 

[Barbaria1]

Chapter 9. Morning Room of the country home of Åke Persson. Wednesday, 21January, 09:42.

“Morning Babs.”

“Morning Gun.”

“Is there coffee?”

“Yes, over on the sideboard. Anna-Lisa just brought out a fresh pot. There’s some yummy mandelkubbar too.”

“Thank goodness for that. Is Åke up yet?”

“Yes, long time ago. He’s been busy. He sent all of the staff home early this morning due to the coming winter storm. He’s in his study now, making plans for when that North Korean defector arrives. He said to me that I should tell you to join him as soon as possible.”

“Not before I clear my head. Tell me. What happened last night? I don’t remember a thing, and I woke up stark naked in my bed this morning.”

“Relax, Babs. Nothing happened. You passed out at the dining room table. It happened so suddenly. One minute you were talking … the next you had face-planted on the table, dragging the entire table cloth with you as you fell off your chair. Luckily Anna-Lisa had already cleared the table and Åke was quick enough to catch you before you hit the floor. Åke and I carried you up to your room, undressed you and put you to bed.”

“Oh my God! How embarrassing!”

“Nah, Babs. It was nothing. You’re adorable when you’re naked and drunk. Not everyone is, you know.”

“Blahhhhhh. And what about you and Åke? Did you … uh … you know?”

“I have to admit, Babs, the moment was there. I never thought I might hear myself say that, but it’s true. And I think he felt it too. But nothing happened. We each went to our rooms. I could swear, though, that I heard him outside my bedroom door later in the night, and thought he might come in, but he must have thought better of it and left.”

“What would you have done, Gun, had he entered your room.”

“I’m not sure, Babs. I’m really not sure. There’s a certain animal magnetism that guy asserts over women. I’ve come to realize that now.”

“Tell me about it.” laughed Barbara as she flicked pastry crumbs from the front of her sweater.

“I don’t think I have to, but … changing the subject if I may … I had another conversation with Anna-Lisa this morning. I was trying to get to know her better and was asking her questions about where she was from in Finland. And it’s strange … call it a police woman’s intuition … but it seemed like she was reciting her answers to my questions by rote memory … as if she was reading them from a book or some source other than … well, I don’t know … but you get my drift here. I’m wondering if she’s really Finnish.”

“Probably just nervous. Gun. She knows your a police detective. She probably felt like she was being interrogated.”

“Possibly so, Babs. But I still think it was odd.”

********************************

On board a Swedish Air Force HKP 9 Messerschmitt Bölkow-Blom helicopter, hovering over the country home of Åke Persson. Wednesday, 21 January, 11:27.

‘Pecos Bill’ Johnson peered down through the chopper’s plexi-glass side window at the snow covered-roof of the sizable dwelling below, and wondered where the pilot might try to set down. There appeared to be few open spaces, and they were all heavily drifted over with snow. And the drive had a vehicle parked in the center of the only space large enough to land a helicopter on. Everywhere else was covered by dense conifer forest.



It had already been quite an unusual morning, even for Johnson … a seasoned free-lancing mercenary, originally from Texas, who had seen most everything and every place in his long career, and who now enjoyed the relative peace and security of providing his services to the UN in Geneva. The first part of this mission had gone perfectly. He had spirited his charge … the woman now sitting next to him in the chopper … out of the Geneva safe house where she had been staying without incident, and had gotten the two of them on board an early-morning flight to Stockholm, without noting anything concerning at the airport or on the flight.

The trouble had arisen on their arrival at Stockholm-Arlanda. He had planned to hire a car and drive her to this little-known place called Sollefteå where she was to be handed over, but he’d been informed at the car hire desk, by a friendly, but earnest, and stunningly beautiful blond female agent, that driving north that day was probably a very bad idea given that there was a big winter storm sweeping in by early afternoon. She said that it was likely to snarl overland communications for days.

So he had decided to break protocol. He couldn’t risk the drive and he couldn’t risk sitting around with his charge for days without a safe place. Although the plan had been to keep the Swedish authorities in the dark, he elected to seek assistance from the internal Swedish security agency known by its acronym, SÄPO. He had a number and contact on his phone, just in case. So he made the call.

The call was efficiently received. His credentials and inquiry had been quickly shepherded up the chain of command to the office of one “Bulldozer” Olsson.

Johnson thought Olsson an insufferable windbag, but the man had been very helpful, arranging quickly for “Pecos Bill” (Olsson was fond of outrageous nicknames and delighted in Johnson’s) and his secretive companion to be transferred to a nearby Swedish Air Force base, where they were placed aboard the chopper in which they were now seated.

He glanced over at her. As always, she sat rigidly, looking straight ahead, never smiling, seemingly perpetually deadpan serious. All his attempts to engage her had been coldly rebuffed.

And he thought that to be a shame. For despite all her cool, correct aloofness, he was attracted to her … mainly because he thought her drop-dead gorgeous … to use a line his grandfather back in Texas was fond of using. Looking at her in profile against the bright Nordic morning light coming through the helicopter’s side window, he thought her Asian feminine features were those of a natural beauty and he would have liked to gotten to know her … in more ways than one. He had a weakness for Asian women that dated back to his youthful soldier of fortune days in the Far East.



“I cannot land.” reported the pilot, raising his voice loud enough to be heard over the roar of the engine and the throbbing whir of the rotors. “What I intend to do is hover over that parked car on the drive. The two of you will have to drop down from there. Can you do it?”



Bill looked at her. She obviously understood, as she was unbuckling her seat belt, nodding in the affirmative to the pilot, and making her way to the door on the right side of the cabin.

Bill was accustomed to leading rather than following, but this time he made an exception. It was as though she had taken command, and was accustomed to doing so. He hadn’t seen that in her until that moment. He wondered whether she was like that in bed too?

A few minutes later they had been dropped, one after the other, onto the roof of the parked car, from which they then slid to the ground. Standing next to the vehicle, they watched together as the chopper pulled away and banked banked sharply before heading off over the treetops.

Then it was gone. A rapidly darkening sky, and a smattering of icy snow particles, driven by a sudden strong gust of wind, stung their upturned faces to herald the approach of the gathering storm.

Looking to the entrance of the house, they saw a tall middle-aged man in a heavy-knit sweater and fleece-lined slippers standing in the open doorway, waving to them in a welcoming manner.

Directly behind him stood three women.

TBC

 

[Loinclothslave]

Well that was a well coordinated and discreet entrance….not!!! Thanks to Bulldozer Olsen the whole valley knows something terribly fishy is going on and if you didn’t see it then the reliable bush telegraph will fill in all the details!

 

[Loxuru]

It happened so suddenly. One minute you were talking … the next you had face-planted on the table, dragging the entire table cloth with you as you fell off your chair. Luckily Anna-Lisa had already cleared the table and Åke was quick enough to catch you before you hit the floor.

You’re adorable when you’re naked and drunk. Not everyone is, you know.”

her Asian feminine features were those of a natural beauty

So, one Moore attracive woman in the house. Shall I read ahead?

Well that was a well coordinated and discreet entrance….not!!! Thanks to Bulldozer Olsen the whole valley knows something terribly fishy is going on and if you didn’t see it then the reliable bush telegraph will fill in all the details!

At least Bulldozer was so kind not to request that the chopper would arrive with Wagner's 'Ride of the Walkyres' playing!

 

[Fossy]

I have to say that Åke is growing on me ... letting the staff go early because of the impending storm...

... and Pecos Bill has great taste. Our Korean dissident is indeed drop dead gorgeous I'm already imagining her manacles naked to the whipping post ...

No actual sex in that chapter but yet Barb, in her own wonderfully inimitable style, managed to maintain an erotic edge... Great stuff ...

 

[Loxuru]

I'm already imagining her manacles naked to the whipping post ...

Next to Barb and Gun!

In never imagined, a snow storm could be so hot!

 

[twonines]

What a way for Chang to arrive,
Snow making it impossible to drive.
What fate looms large,
For this disparate menage?
And who, in the end, will survive?

This saga just keeps giving, only Barb would introduce yet another beddable female protagonist!

 

[Barbaria1]

No actual sex in that chapter but yet Barb, in her own wonderfully inimitable style, managed to maintain an erotic edge... Great stuff ...

Thank you. I’m being restrained, and going for literary greatness. Move over Dickens, Melville, Faulkner, Steinbeck, Brontë, and all the rest

 

[Barbaria1]

At least Bulldozer was so kind not to request that the chopper would arrive with Wagner's 'Ride of the Walkyres' playing!

SHHHHH … don’t give the guy any ideas!

 

[Loxuru]

“I don’t think I have to, but … changing the subject if I may … I had another conversation with Anna-Lisa this morning. I was trying to get to know her better and was asking her questions about where she was from in Finland. And it’s strange … call it a police woman’s intuition … but it seemed like she was reciting her answers to my questions by rote memory … as if she was reading them from a book or some source other than … well, I don’t know … but you get my drift here. I’m wondering if she’s really Finnish.”

Let her listen to Sibelius' Finlandia and see if she recognises it?

 

[Barbaria1]

Let her listen to Sibelius' Finlandia and see if she recognises it?

Ahhh … the ultimate test of Finnishness?

 

[Loxuru]

Ahhh … the ultimate test of Finnishness?

I bet it is!

 

[xso]

Chapter 9. Morning Room of the country home of Åke Persson. Wednesday, 21January, 09:42.

“Morning Babs.”

“Morning Gun.”

“Is there coffee?”

“Yes, over on the sideboard. Anna-Lisa just brought out a fresh pot. There’s some yummy mandelkubbar too.”

“Thank goodness for that. Is Åke up yet?”

“Yes, long time ago. He’s been busy. He sent all of the staff home early this morning due to the coming winter storm. He’s in his study now, making plans for when that North Korean defector arrives. He said to me that I should tell you to join him as soon as possible.”

“Not before I clear my head. Tell me. What happened last night? I don’t remember a thing, and I woke up stark naked in my bed this morning.”

“Relax, Babs. Nothing happened. You passed out at the dining room table. It happened so suddenly. One minute you were talking … the next you had face-planted on the table, dragging the entire table cloth with you as you fell off your chair. Luckily Anna-Lisa had already cleared the table and Åke was quick enough to catch you before you hit the floor. Åke and I carried you up to your room, undressed you and put you to bed.”

“Oh my God! How embarrassing!”

“Nah, Babs. It was nothing. You’re adorable when you’re naked and drunk. Not everyone is, you know.”

“Blahhhhhh. And what about you and Åke? Did you … uh … you know?”

“I have to admit, Babs, the moment was there. I never thought I might hear myself say that, but it’s true. And I think he felt it too. But nothing happened. We each went to our rooms. I could swear, though, that I heard him outside my bedroom door later in the night, and thought he might come in, but he must have thought better of it and left.”

“What would you have done, Gun, had he entered your room.”

“I’m not sure, Babs. I’m really not sure. There’s a certain animal magnetism that guy asserts over women. I’ve come to realize that now.”

“Tell me about it.” laughed Barbara as she flicked pastry crumbs from the front of her sweater.

“I don’t think I have to, but … changing the subject if I may … I had another conversation with Anna-Lisa this morning. I was trying to get to know her better and was asking her questions about where she was from in Finland. And it’s strange … call it a police woman’s intuition … but it seemed like she was reciting her answers to my questions by rote memory … as if she was reading them from a book or some source other than … well, I don’t know … but you get my drift here. I’m wondering if she’s really Finnish.”

“Probably just nervous. Gun. She knows your a police detective. She probably felt like she was being interrogated.”

“Possibly so, Babs. But I still think it was odd.”

********************************

On board a Swedish Air Force HKP 9 Messerschmitt Bölkow-Blom helicopter, hovering over the country home of Åke Persson. Wednesday, 21 January, 11:27.

‘Pecos Bill’ Johnson peered down through the chopper’s plexi-glass side window at the snow covered-roof of the sizable dwelling below, and wondered where the pilot might try to set down. There appeared to be few open spaces, and they were all heavily drifted over with snow. And the drive had a vehicle parked in the center of the only space large enough to land a helicopter on. Everywhere else was covered by dense conifer forest.

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It had already been quite an unusual morning, even for Johnson … a seasoned free-lancing mercenary, originally from Texas, who had seen most everything and every place in his long career, and who now enjoyed the relative peace and security of providing his services to the UN in Geneva. The first part of this mission had gone perfectly. He had spirited his charge … the woman now sitting next to him in the chopper … out of the Geneva safe house where she had been staying without incident, and had gotten the two of them on board an early-morning flight to Stockholm, without noting anything concerning at the airport or on the flight.

The trouble had arisen on their arrival at Stockholm-Arlanda. He had planned to hire a car and drive her to this little-known place called Sollefteå where she was to be handed over, but he’d been informed at the car hire desk, by a friendly, but earnest, and stunningly beautiful blond female agent, that driving north that day was probably a very bad idea given that there was a big winter storm sweeping in by early afternoon. She said that it was likely to snarl overland communications for days.

So he had decided to break protocol. He couldn’t risk the drive and he couldn’t risk sitting around with his charge for days without a safe place. Although the plan had been to keep the Swedish authorities in the dark, he elected to seek assistance from the internal Swedish security agency known by its acronym, SÄPO. He had a number and contact on his phone, just in case. So he made the call.

The call was efficiently received. His credentials and inquiry had been quickly shepherded up the chain of command to the office of one “Bulldozer” Olsson.

Johnson thought Olsson an insufferable windbag, but the man had been very helpful, arranging quickly for “Pecos Bill” (Olsson was fond of outrageous nicknames and delighted in Johnson’s) and his secretive companion to be transferred to a nearby Swedish Air Force base, where they were placed aboard the chopper in which they were now seated.

He glanced over at her. As always, she sat rigidly, looking straight ahead, never smiling, seemingly perpetually deadpan serious. All his attempts to engage her had been coldly rebuffed.

And he thought that to be a shame. For despite all her cool, correct aloofness, he was attracted to her … mainly because he thought her drop-dead gorgeous … to use a line his grandfather back in Texas was fond of using. Looking at her in profile against the bright Nordic morning light coming through the helicopter’s side window, he thought her Asian feminine features were those of a natural beauty and he would have liked to gotten to know her … in more ways than one. He had a weakness for Asian women that dated back to his youthful soldier of fortune days in the Far East.

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“I cannot land.” reported the pilot, raising his voice loud enough to be heard over the roar of the engine and the throbbing whir of the rotors. “What I intend to do is hover over that parked car on the drive. The two of you will have to drop down from there. Can you do it?”

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Bill looked at her. She obviously understood, as she was unbuckling her seat belt, nodding in the affirmative to the pilot, and making her way to the door on the right side of the cabin.

Bill was accustomed to leading rather than following, but this time he made an exception. It was as though she had taken command, and was accustomed to doing so. He hadn’t seen that in her until that moment. He wondered whether she was like that in bed too?

A few minutes later they had been dropped, one after the other, onto the roof of the parked car, from which they then slid to the ground. Standing next to the vehicle, they watched together as the chopper pulled away and banked banked sharply before heading off over the treetops.

Then it was gone. A rapidly darkening sky, and a smattering of icy snow particles, driven by a sudden strong gust of wind, stung their upturned faces to herald the approach of the gathering storm.

Looking to the entrance of the house, they saw a tall middle-aged man in a heavy-knit sweater and fleece-lined slippers standing in the open doorway, waving to them in a welcoming manner.

Directly behind him stood three women.

TBC

Thanks for another exciting chapter! The welcoming commite.....are they Åke, Barb, Gun and Anna Lisa......?????? I think also that you underestimate 'Bulldozer Olsson', I have a feeling he might be a hero in a upcoming chapter......

Looking forward to upcoming chapters!!!

 

[Barbaria1]

The welcoming commite.....are they Åke, Barb, Gun and Anna Lisa......??????

Ja det är de

I think also that you underestimate 'Bulldozer Olsson', I have a feeling he might be a hero in a upcoming chapter......

Not much fun in that …