Excerpt #3 • Kenyan Ambush

"There he is!" I pointed at him, standing on the stairs, surrounded by four domestiques in uniform, holding torches to illuminate the pitch-black surrounding and the man himself. Herbert brought the Daimler to a whispering halt and the Governor fell to his knees.
"Now that's what I call a devout reception!"
We giggled.
"Ready to worship the goddess."
"Yep!"

Herbert opened the door and helped us out. First the maids, then the stewardesses, Cutesy and Evelyn to follow and finally I.
"Was he worried that you won't be there, my love?"
"It looked like it." Cutesy whispered backwards.
"He is still on his knees!" Miranda giggled silently.
"Let me set him free." I said and passed them by.

Two yards before I stood in front of him, I stretched my hand out to have it kissed.
"Oh my shining star, my goddess of the night, you bring the World of glamour and unpaired elegance to my humble home."
I was happy when he finally kissed my hand and finished his sermon.
"Get up, Governor, this becomes a wee bit too silly."
"You are always right, my goddess." he said and was helped to stand.
It was obvious that he had a boner, as his frock had a visible tent in the middle.
I disregarded it and continued "Let me introduce to you, my wives Lady Rebecca and Lady Evelyn. My associated wife Miranda, Baronesse Velasques y Calderón and my stewardesses Rosemarie and Miranda, as well as my maids Emily and Makele."
"How delightful! The very top of nobility from England and Mexico, as well as part of your flight-staff and two of your international collection of beautiful maids, having the pleasure to be near you, at all times! How wonderful!"
"Thank you, Governor."
"Welcome everybody!"

As the official welcome was over he saw us to the back of the house to the open space, where the tent was erected, like it was the first time.
I could have sworn that the same guests were present, occupying the same space, like before. It was spooky, to say the least.
The Governor made the same comment about the other guests being late and like before he demanded not to let anybody in, from then on.
He made a big verbally voluptuous effort to introduce us to the crowd of a few, scattered around the place to make it appear as if there were more people than there actually were.
Suddenly it came to me, that Sasha and I sat next to eachother and chatted a little, waiting for the food to arrive or something else to happen.
The Governor came to our table to ask Miranda, whether she'd like to see the house.
She obviously agreed with delight and left with him.

As I was in her place the last time, I remembered what had happened, but this time was different, Cutesy and Evelyn were still around and the Gov had disappeared.
We didn't have to wait for long. After we were served some champagne, two uniformed domestiques approached the two and asked them to follow. They looked at me and I nodded my head, noticing that my Littleone was somewhat scared.

I curled my finger at another domestique, who rushed to me and asked "Is there anything I can do, Countess?"
"Yes. Show me to the auditorium."
"The auditorium, Countess ....?"
"Yes! The auditorium in the temple!"
"I'm sorry Countess what would you refer to as a temple?"
I knew that I would have tried in vain, even if I would have shown him where it was, he would have denied its existence.
I was too afraid to ask to send for Herbert, as I expected the answer to be that he had left to return in an hour or so. So I said "I must have mixed-up this invitation with another similar party."
"Oh, that explains it all, Countess. May I bring you something, Countess?"
"No thank you, I'm fine."

I looked around to neither see the maids, nor my stews. So I tried to calm down and got up to casually stroll back to the car. My mind was racing around the fact that we were separated on purpose, that the guests were in on the plot, therefore I could not count on their help.
Suddenly I was happy that I only had a sip of that champagne, I expected to be spiced-up with some kind of drug. According to my fear of being drugged, I suddenly felt dizzy.
'Calm down Gwendolyn. There will be a perfectly logic explanation for all this!' I thought and was happy that when I turned the second corner, I saw the Daimler still parked in the same spot, but when I came closer, I realised that it wasn't our Daimler. It was plain black and a lot smaller than any of ours!
I felt panic creep up in me and flushed my body with adrenaline.
I remembered the classes of self-defense I took on my dad's advice, the private training in martial arts I received by his agents and what my dad said to me ....
'When you're about to be abducted and you're still free and able to move about, look for a weapon! Everything can be a weapon which is pointed, made from a sturdy material and not too heavy, but stable. If you don't find something useful, look for a guard, switch his lights off and frisk him. He sure is armed.'

I looked around and rushed to a niche on the side of the mansion in a perfect sharp shadow, drawn by the fairly bright moonlight. Even my white suit was invisible.
I took my sandals off and my stockings too. My pointed heels would make fabulous holes in skulls and throats when hurled at them by a good hand- propelled thrust. My stockings would make a sturdy rope to strangle even a two-hundred-pound-plus guy, if attacked from the back.

I heard footsteps on the gravel. A minute later, I saw this dude come along the path, leading directly to me.
I had put my sandals aside and my stockings in a firm grip, when I crouched down to be ready to jump once he passed my hide-out.
The moment came and I literally flew towards him, flung my nylons over his head and pulled myself up on them, literally running up his back. Not a sound was heard until he hit the ground.
I took him by the ears and turned his head so quickly that my little exhaler and his snapping neck was one small noise. I froze and listened. After a few seconds, I knew that the incidence went unnoticed.
I had to get the about 6 foot, 150 pounds dude off the path and into my niche. He was too heavy to carry, so I rolled him to the other side, away from the mansion slightly downhill and stopped when he landed in the shrubbery.
I checked on his vitals and knew that he was dead as a hammer.
I frisked him carefully and found a Glock, I knew my way with and two further stuffed magazines with 10 rounds each, making 30 in total. I suddenly felt a lot better with the equalizer in the back of the waistband of my skirt.

Five minutes later I was standing in front of our trusted Daimler. It was in the bloody garage, unguarded! They must have really thought I made a runner, which brilliantly worked to my advantage!
In less than a minute I had the boot open and the fake floor revealed an arsenal, a small army would have been proud of. The first I took was a bullet- proof vest which had a combat-knife and holsters attached.
I had three shots in total and two Glocks, as I found another one along with loads of magazines.

Entering the mansion I suddenly knew where to find them, but first I had to make sure whether the Governor was part of the plot.
I was happy that the staircase was made of stone and not wood.
When I came to the Gov's bedroom, I listened whether I could hear any sounds from the inside. .... Nothing. So I opened the door as slow as I could and saw the Governor tied to his heavy antique, massive oak-wood chair, blindfolded and gagged.
"Governor! It's me!" I whispered and he mumbled something I could not understand.
"When I freed you, I want you to quickly tell me what happened, who these gangsters are and what their aim is. Start formulating your reply now!"
He was strapped perfectly and it took me some time to cut him loose from the sturdy nylon ropes.
"I heard that they are here to kill you and your wives, maids, stewardesses and the lovely Miranda as a warning. You must have tread on some big toes, Countess."
"Never mind! Where could they be?"
"They are in the temple to have some fun, but this time it's not a mockery, the sacrifice is for real!"
"Could we go to the temple by the means of a secret passage?"
"Yes Countess! Come with me!"

We quickly moved through the narrow passages and down some flights until the Gov stopped and put his index finger across his lips.
"You see that door?"
"Yes."
"That's the entrance to the gallery, where I was seated. You remember?"
"Yes. It opens the perfect target-area from up here. Let's hope they sit far enough apart from my girls! How many gangsters are there, you gather Gov?"
"About 20."
"One shot with the fat Lady and they're done. You know that you have to get out of the way, when I pull the trigger on her."
"I have shot those darlings many times in combat, Countess."
"I have a plan, Gov."
"Let me hear it."
"I open the door, you storm in and shoot everybody on the gallery. I put a shell into the auditorium and with that kind of havoc, we free my girls and Herbert, if he's down there."
"You might take-out most of the guys, because I have the feeling that your girls are strapped to the stakes, to serve as eyecandy, an appetiser before the feast."
"Who sent them, you guess?"
"These are typical NWO ex-CIA goons."
"The happier I will be, seeing them ripped to shreds. And not only those freaks. My dad and my husband will order some lethal wetwork to be done as retaliation, so that they leave their dirty fingers off our family!"
"That's music to my ears, Countess" Open the door on three. I count one, two, three and then you open it!"
"Yes!"
"One, two, three!"
I did and the Gov went through like the grim reaper and blasted only headshots. I activated the weapon, leaned over the barrier and before these arseholes filtered what had happened, my missile zapped through the air with a devastating effect upon a great, less than a second lasting flight.
Only then I saw that the Governor was extremely right. My girls and Herbert were tied to the poles and all of the arseholes were seated in the auditorium, like watching a family-movie on a Saturday afternoon, with the kids.
"We got them all, Countess!"
"Evelyn, Cutesy, Miranda, children! Mom is coming to you!"
The Governor led the way down the spiral stairs and immediately, we cut them loose.
They cried and were totally diluted, except Cutesy. She said with a stone-cold face "I want my father to die first and then the whole family has to be taken care of."
"Come to me children. It is all over!"
"I am proud of you Countess, Sir!"
Herbert and the Gov shook hands like men do.
All of my girls hugged me, standing in a circle around me and cried without shame.
"I call the cops, Countess."
"Don't!"
"I understand."
"Where are your domestiques?"
"Two have been under their blanket and another five were dragged away, probably they're down in the old cells."
"You get them now. .... Do you have pigs on the premises?"
"We had about 20, but now they're dead!" he giggled.
"Governor! I mean real pinky pigs! Oink, oink!"
"You are too cute, Countess!"
Even some of my girls giggled after the oink, oink.
"There is a farmer about 20 miles from here, he has some 200 pigs in his stye!"
"Herbert you and his domestiques shove the corps' to the pigs and feed the pinkies with those losers. Do not undress them! Pigs eat everything. Even their bones and buttons."
"Yes Countess."
"Then you return and clean the Daimler, inside out, before we go back."
"Yes Countess."
"Your domestiques have to scrub your place clean like new."
"I understand, Countess."
"This incident has never happened!"
"Yes, Countess. It is a shame, but I fully agree with you."
"Can we use your bedroom, Gov?"
"Certainly! I am honoured!"
"Now free your staff and do the mopping-up. .... Herbert, you wake us when it's time to go back."
"Yes Countess."
"Be on the look-out, there might be a back-up unit on the way."
"Yes Countess. This ambush was very well planned, I must grant them that, but it won't happen again. I promise you, Countess."
"When we're on our way back, I want you to get in contact with Major Lugner via the secure line and tell him to assemble all surplus soldiers to join us on the Beauty when we land in Zürich, full combat gear, armour and ammo. We'll be taking them back to Africa and consequently to effing yankland, the NWO HQs."
"Yes Countess."
"I want you to come along. You're not safe here anymore, Governor!"
"I must agree with the Countess, Governor."
"Get your staff, Gov and hurry! I give you to decide until we go back to the hotel."
"Too kind, Countess!"
"Let's go to bed, sweethearts."
"You are a hero, my goddess."
"And you are all my heros and goddesses!" I replied and we giggled.
Just minutes later, we were in bed, fully dressed, as if that would have made a difference .... and fell asleep instantly.

"Countess?"
"Yes Herbert?"
"We're ready to march."
"Are the piggies fed?"
"They loved it!" the Gov butted in.
"What was your position in the army, Major?"
"Strategic planning, PsyOps, False flag Operations, Organising controlled opposition and other niceties." he smiled.
"You've been a specialist on public unrest, leading to regime-changes, Major!" my chauffeur/agent/pilot said with utter respect.
"You could say that, Herbert."
"You want to go back to doing just that, but this time to pave way for the good?"
"Destroying the NWO, possibly killing those bastards?"
"I want my biological father to die, the sooner the better, Colonel!"
"I was just a Major, Lady Rebecca."
"Well, consider yourself as being promoted."
"What are you earning a year, Colonel?"
"With all the advantages, like free accommodation and travel, about 60'000 pounds, Countess."
"How about 120'000 plus all the advantages and more?"
"I'd do the job you offered for free, Countess, Lady Rebecca!"
"Ok, you do it for free, but you receive a bonus of 120'000 each year around christmas. How does that sound, Colonel?"
"That way I won't even lose my pension! Perfect!" he laughed loud.
"Go and pack your belongings, Colonel."
"Done already. It was clear that I'd come along with you, Countess."
"Welcome to the family, Colonel!" I said and jumped out of bed.
"What, no stockings?!" Cutesy was disgusted.
"They're around the neck of some arsehole I had to strangle, because these were my only weapons, as usual!"
That did it!

"Have you found him?"
"Yes, just by chance. We switched the outside lighting on to look for traces or items, residues, what have you and there he was, having a very deep nap in the bushes, with a pair of tan RHTs around his broken neck. He must have died for his fetish, was the first thought I had."
That did it.

"He was so nice to give me my first Glock, voluntarily. He seemed to be totally happy with the stockings I gave him in exchange!"
That did it again.

"Men turn into jelly when stockings come into the game. He obviously was your classic fashion-victim!" the Colonel added.

"I let you off this time, but be warned Lady! I don't want to see you ever again without proper hosiery, come what may and no silly excuses like the dog ate my stockings or a murderer wanted to wear them around his broken neck ....!"
Cutesy giggled.
That did it once more.

We laughed the horrible incident off, all the way back to the hotel.
"Leonard Lugner is informed and waiting in the lobby for us to arrive, Countess." Herbert reported over the intercom loudspeaker.
"Children, Rosemarie and Miranda, I know it must be very difficult for you, but please do not tell what had happened. We have no idea, whether your rooms are bugged and somebody listens in. No telephone-conversations about our stay at the mansion. We act as if we have never been there, as far as we are concerned. You have seen that the opposition is not into child's play. We were all closer to death than you might think, although the only target was me. I was to die and for one reason or another, they captured you and wanted to ritually sacrifice all of you on the altar of satan. .... Yes, the New World Order is a bunch of devil-worshippers!"
"Are we still in danger, Countess?"
"I'm afraid so, Rosemarie. That's why I don't want you to drag others we love into this satanic mud."
"Thank you, Countess."
"Have you had any training of self-defence or handling a weapon?"
"None at all, Countess. I wish we had."
"That'll change in all, my dear."
"That'd be lovely. Thank you for saving our lives, Countess."
"I did what I had to do. I was lucky to have enjoyed some vital classes of self-defense and training with all sorts of weapons. That, my sweet girls, that saved all of our lives today!"
"I grew up to despise weapons, but today I know how wrong that brainwashing was."
"Weapons don't kill people. People kill people, Rosemarie."
"I became totally aware of that today, Countess."
"You have painfully learned the lesson that guns are only malicious when in the hands of human trash. The Colonel popped six wankers on the gallery, by perforating the place of their anatomy, where the most shit was produced .... their heads!"
"He was the real soldier. No fear, just straightforward determination. Wonderfully impressive."
"You were wonderful and impressive, even with bare legs!" the Colonel winked an eye.
"The adrenaline still seems to rush in my bloodstream, because I didn't even feel that I was still barefoot!"
The girls giggled.
"I guess we all should have a relaxing bath and wash that shit off, as soon as we find the time. That brings me to an important issue. Lady Evelyn's dad, Major Lugner is waiting for us. He might have some important questions to ask, as we want relentless retaliation towards the initiators at the very top. Only then we can all go to our bathrooms."
"That is very understandable, Countess." Miranda, the stew, agreed.
"We don't want simple revenge, we want a professional, cool and clean cut, like a distinguished surgeon does his job, free of prejudice and emotions."
"Like in an operation theatre, the cut will be quick and efficient with maximum result, but the floor and walls will be littered with their blood."
"That's how we want it, Colonel!" the wonderfully courageous Rebecca agreed.

"Look littleone, your dad's already standing outside, waiting for us!"
"I will have to calm him down. I think he is still worried."
"He should be, as he is a soldier and knows about the perils of asymmetrical warfare."
I said and Herbert put the Daimler to a halt, jumped out and opened the door.
We stepped out and Leonard immediately shoved us into the bar, out of the well-lit lobby.
"Good that you are back unharmed, Countess."
"Your daughter was very courageous, Leonard."
"Thank you, Countess."
"How many soldiers do we have around the premises?"
"Unfortunately, I couldn't take all of the men, guarding the Beauty off their duty, but by activating the Personnel currently off duty, I was able to command another seven to move here. That totals eleven well-trained and armed-to-the-teeth soldiers, ready for combat Countess. Amongst all the turmoil, I have good news for you! I was able to hire a complete squadron of french foreign legion combat-experienced elite-soldiers for our private army. They have been provided with the necessary and will be joining you, as soon as you land in Zürich."
"These are really good news, the kind of news we need. Are they all french, Leonard?"
"No, Countess. There is a french minority. Most of them are british, russian, german, norwegian and a few albanians from the Cosovo, famous for its partisans."
"I heard of them. A wild bunch!"
"Oh yes, they are!" he smiled.
"Do they behave?"
"You mean the whole bunch or just the guys from Cosovo?"
"All of them, especially how they interact ...."
"They are happy beyond compare. They only have one aim .... to guarantee your family's safety and that of the bank and its employees."
"How do they like their new home?"
"Mr. Wellner told them that their building at the gate will be completed upon their return from your prolonged trip."
"Does that seem to be a problem?"
"No Countess, they're used to travel .... in the back of a freighter or an army Personnel-carrier, which is basically the same thing. Thin air and cold with seats to break your spine and serves you blisters on your behind!"
"Not very nice ...."
"Better than driving for thousands of miles, usually through hostile regions, Countess."
"You have some questions, I presume?"
"Yes Countess I need all of you in single interviews and as the collective, thereafter."
"Where?"
"Henry has allotted a meetingroom for the purpose. Michael had already scanned it and reported it to be clean. Your maids are already there to pretty it up a little and the champagne is ready for you, Countess."
"I am sorry for having put your daughter in peril, Leonard."
"With your fame and the Lord's counter-activities, it was inevitable. We knew that something like that would happen, sooner-or-later, but Evelyn wanted nothing more than to be the Lord's and your wife, Countess."
"She brings daily joy to all of the family, Leonard."
"I suppose she does."
"I'm here dad, not in the next universe!"
That did it.

The family was back!

It took us longer than we expected, but it was important to get Evelyn's dad in the picture.
Michael and the Colonel were beside Leonard to assist as it was clear, how hard it must have been to contain his rage, especially when it came to the actual abduction and the tying down at the stakes along with the open hostilities and threats of her being killed, very soon.
Although it was a horrible incident, I was in such suspense, waiting for the moments I missed in all of that. The question where all the freemasons went, was answered and whether they hinted the identity of the man behind the curtain. That was the question always repeated unsuccessfully until one domestique reported that he heard when the asked for the payment, after the successful operation, he heard the name of the sender-bank. I was not at all surprised to hear that it was the Rüeblifeld et Cie Societé Privee SA Genève, a bank belonging to the NWO, many times involved in shady transactions around the World and said to be the main sponsor of international State backed and Secret Services-controlled terrorism. In three words, a nice bunch.
Sasha had put their name on his first black list, our bank would never do business with, not even accepting a transfer from a privat individual who happened to have a checking account there. 'You have to make sure, that the ethic qualifications are met in business you do everywhere, especially when it coms to banking', Sasha said when I asked him the reason for not accepting the transfer and the consequent blacklisting of the entire bank.
'They meet the standards of crooks, only' he replied and shrugged his shoulders.
In the following months, the name seemed to always pop-up when there was somekind of a scandal going. There was a company which sold rotten meat in supermarkets and when they were caught, who did they bank with? Yes, with suspect numero uno!
I was in the picture when it was my turn.
"When did you realise that something was wrong?" Leonard asked.
"I am very empathic and can feel a change of moods sometimes an hour before it actually happens. I felt the coldness covering the whole scenery. I felt the urge to check on Herbert, but when I arrived at the Daimler, parked in the same spot as ours, some time before and I realised that they went through the motion trying to trick me with a Daimler, I immediately recognised as not being ours, I was certain, that there was something very fishy going on."
I told them about the conversation I overheard with a dude on the walkie-talkie and what they said. I even told everybody that I remembered what my dad said about abduction and how to land on top of the situation, even when all odds are against you.
"Were you aware that you were outnumbered by a 20 to 1 margin?"
"I didn't know and I didn't care. The only thing I knew was, I had to take them one at the time until I'd find the Daimler and let real arms work to my advantage."
"Your father is a saint, Countess."
"GOD bless him and my mom."
"Amen!" everybody returned.
"Is there any possibility to get him to either Zürich or London to meet?"
"Easy. I just have to call and give him date, time and place. .... He is my father who loves me!"
"Is our husband informed?"
"No, Countess, too dangerous."
"Why?"
"First, he is in important talks, needing all his wits and a distraction of that proportion would end the talks immediately, I'm sure. Second, he is sure eiretabbed by every SS there is in the World, and third. we don't know how he'll react, Countess. ... Michael, you want to say something?"
"The Lord will react rational, cool, calm and collected, doing only the right things guided by his pure instincts. I've seen him turn into an ice-cold, focussed killing-machine, out to hurt in Tokyo. I have no fear, but I wouldn't fancy a nano second to be the Lord's oponent. Five of me wouldn't stand half a chance."
"It seems to me that the Lord is a one-man army."
"He'll eat you alive, if he is of the impression that one of his lovedones could be hurt in the slightest. That includes, their maids and every single member of his vast, evergrowing family and employees. He'll stand between a waiter and the aggressor, if needed."
"Sound like a righteous man it seems."
"We have another word for the Lord. We call him The Saint, when his proud security staff meets."
"I am more than impressed, Michael. Thank you for your testemony."
"The Lord seemed to have made the right choice when he proposed to you, Countess."
"Don't forget, he proposed five times and the answer was always YES! I already knew the outcome of the vital question, bcause it was always me who urged him on to propose. We never looked back, though."
My wives and maids giggled.
"I meant that he proposed to you by picking a courageous woman, as courageous as himself."
"I wonder what I would have done, being helplessly at the mercy of these goons. I had weapons, I knew how to use. I had lessons in martial arts by normal teachers and secret service agents. I knew exactly what I had to do and how I would go about it. I was in luck, able to find and free the colonel just in time to execute the liberation of my lovedones together."
"GOD was there with all of you."
"Amen."