The Adventures of Modesty Blaise
Episode 1 The Lhasa
Incident
This pathetic effort is a parody and is only remotely intended to
resemble the characters created by Peter
ODonnell. Other than the
names and images of some of the characters all work is original and any
resemblance to any of Mr. ODonnells works is purely accidental.
Chapter 1
The Assignment
MODESTY
blaise crossed her long legs and inhaled slowly,
allowing the smoke from her cigarette to fill her lungs, and then blew it
out in a long controlled exhalation.
Across from her the rugged face of one of her visitors creased in
a frown. Them damn things
will kill ye, ye know, he
growled.
Beside
the man, her other visitor smiled.
Rawlins has been on about tobacco ever since the latest article
in Lancet describing the dangers of lung
cancer.
Modesty
allowed the cigarette to dangle loosely from her fingers, but she made no
effort to put it down. I
had no idea you were interested in medical manners Mr.
Rawlins.
He
is amazingly well-read, Sir Gerald Tennant commented, however
we did not come here to discuss the matter of your health, precious as that
is to us.
Modesty
inhaled again and glanced at the fourth man in the
room. No I dont expect
you did. Willie and I were
speculating on what intriguing proposal you might have for
us.
Ah
yes, Tarrant replied, setting down his
brandy. I suppose I should
get to the point.
Please
do, Modesty prompted.
Stubbing out her cigarette, she looked toward
Rawlins.
Another whiskey, Mr.
Rawlins?
Please,
miss, he answered and held out his glass while Modesty
poured.
Tarrant
cleared his throat. What
do you know of Tibet, Miss
Blaise?
It
was invaded by the Chinese in 1950 and subjected to a systematic destruction
of its culture beginning with the imprisonment and execution of thousands
of Buddhist monks, and the destruction of hundreds of monasteries including
the Potala.
Since that time the Chinese have begun a program of colonization to
absorb the native Tibetans and have forbidden use of the Tibetan language
in schools and other institutions.
All foreigners are excluded from the
region.
Ahem,
Tarrant said. I see you
know considerably more than the average
citizen. That is
good. The more you know the
better.
Let
me guess, Willie Garvin cut in.
You want me n the princess to drop in there on some damned
foolish errand for MI-5.
The speaker
was powerfully built, standing over six feet tall with blond hair mixed with
a touch of grey. He was hunched
forward as he spoke, his fingers toying with the glass in his hand and his
expression was not exactly friendly.
Its
alright, Willie, Modesty said.
Lets hear what Sir Gerald has to
say.
Well,
Tarrant said. I am afraid
Mr. Garvin has it exactly right.
Although I wouldnt call it a damned fool
errand.
Why
me? Modesty
asked. I might know a little
bit about Tibet, but my knowledge of Chinese is minimal and I know nothing
of the Tibetan language. I would
think those would be a serious consideration for any
agent.
Actually
your knowledge of Russian might be more useful in this
case. And your considerable athletic
skills are certainly an asset. We
have agents who speak Chinese, but ten seconds of exertion on the Tibetan
Plateau would leave them so physically exhausted theyd require a day
to recover.
In
that case I suppose the next question is why should I be even remotely interested
in getting involved in this mission?
Tarrant
looked at the beautiful woman who had just
spoken. She was well worth looking
at and he always enjoyed the opportunity to look into her dark eyes while
not appearing to gawk at her well-shaped breasts which today were modestly
covered by a tight-fitting high-necked white cashmere
pullover.
Her ebony
hair was cut close to her head and fitted to the curve of her elegant
neck. Her ears were pierced with
a pair of gold earrings set with white
opals. Her lips were tinted the
lightest of reds, drawing attention to their fullness, but not distracting
the eye from her pert nose, high cheekbones, and finely arched
brows.
She sat,
almost regally, in a chair of dark leather, showing a good deal of her long,
well- shaped thighs before they disappeared into a tight black leather
skirt. A wide belt of linked
gold rings girdled her supple waist and a pair of white slippers covered
her feet. Tarrant could see that
her skin was lightly tanned, giving her an overall healthy, almost robust,
aura.
Tarrant
cleared his throat and sipped at his brandy before
answering. I thought you
might like a little fun in addition to the fact that what I have in mind
ties in with one of your interests.
I
usually manage to arrange my own fun, Sir Gerald, Modesty smiled,
but go on. What interest
of mine could possibly tie in with one of your
enterprises?
Have
you heard of the Heart of
Tibet?
I have, Modesty replied,
her face showing a slight glimmer of
curiosity. It is reputed
to be a ruby of enormous size.
Supposedly it was set into the forehead of the largest Buddha in the
Potala, but viewed only by the monks who served
the monastery. But no one has
seen it since the invasion. It
disappeared during the Chinese sacking of Tibet and was thought to be lost
or even worse, sold to gem merchants who had it cut into smaller
stones.
We
have it on the best authority that it and a number of similar gems were pried
from the settings and secreted away by the monks who guarded them, and that
they are still hidden somewhere in Tibet.
Now
let me guess, Modesty said.
Somehow you have learned of their location and want me and Willie
to go looking for them.
Well,
yes and no, Tarrant answered.
We would like you to go after them, but first there is another
obstacle to overcome.
Modesty
did not respond, waiting for Tarrant to fill her
in. After another sip at his
brandy he continued. Have
you heard of Alexei Kozlov?
The Russian defector who first betrayed his country and then
went on to a glorious career smuggling arms and forcing young women into
sexual
servitude? Yes I have heard of
him. He is apparently a very
nasty piece of work.
Yes,
that is the man, Tarrant confirmed.
We have learned that he is here in London and has somehow managed
to acquire the location of the missing horde of
gems.
I
see, Modesty said. Is
that where my knowledge of Russian comes
in? You want me to approach
him? Why not simply have someone
like Mr. Rawlins deal with
him?
Actually
we tried that. But Kozlov is
playing a devious game. He is
apparently offering his knowledge of the location of the gems to the highest
bidder. He is currently offering
his information to several governments, including the Chinese, intending
to sell to the highest bidder.
Unfortunately, my budget does not come close to matching what he is
asking. Tarrant leaned
forward. What we would
like you to do, is to retrieve the information showing the location of the
missing gems and then use that to travel to Tibet and hunt them
down.
That seems
like a lot of effort for pile o rocks, Willie Garvin suddenly
interjected. What makes
em so important?
As
gemstones nothing, Tarrant
answered. But as symbols
of Tibetan resistance they would be of immense
value. Think of them as the
equivalent of the English crown jewels.
They have incredible national significance.
Gottcha, Willie said, easing back into his
chair. But I got one more
question. He nodded toward
Modesty. Whats in
it for the princess here?
I
hoped someone would ask that question, Tarrant
answered. Among the hidden
gems are a large number of uncut gems, many of high
quality. I dont expect
anyone would notice if a few of them went
missing. He looked at Modesty
gauging her reaction.
The beautiful
womans expression did not change, but Tarrant knew he had caught her
interest. After a number of years
acquiring precious stones and reselling them, Modesty had turned
her attention to the art of lapidary and
stone-cutting. She was an expert
artisan and her amateur creations rivaled the work of the finest jewelers
anywhere in the world.
Still
seems a bit much for the princess to risk her life for, Garvin
stated.
I
agree, Mr. Garvin, Tarrant
replied. But there is one
more minor thing.
And
what would that be? Garvin asked.
Kozlov
paid a small fortune for the information describing the location of the hidden
gems. Its left him a little
short of cash. If he were to
suffer a setback it might put a real dent in his organization, especially
in his operations dealing with the procurement of young women for the sex
trade.
He
didnt look toward Modesty as he answered, but he could sense the impact
of his words on her. The room
was suddenly very quiet.
Tarrant
got to his feet and looked toward the silent
Modesty. Thank you for
your hospitality Miss
Blaise.
Ill leave you to consider my
offer. If you decide in my favour
then you need only contact Mr. Rawlins.
You have his number.
Modesty
nodded wordlessly and rose also.
Yes, Sir Gerald. It
has been nice seeing you again.
Ill think about what you have
said. She watched as Willie
Garvin escorted the two men to her private elevator.
YOURE
a bloody master, Sir Gerald. I
think youve got her hooked, Rawlins said as the elevator
descended. That was a nice
bit about the sex trade.
Seemed to have struck a nerve
there.
It
wasnt as hard as you might think, Tarrant
replied.
How
so?
I
know Modesty
Blaise.
She is a bit of an enigma, but she is a woman who has spent years
living on the edge. I expect
that she has been left with an unquenchable thirst for
adventure. She hides it well
now that she is in supposed retirement, but a life of polishing and setting
stones wont satisfy her.
Ive just given her a little incentive to return to a life of
intrigue and excitement. You
can expect that phone call once she has waited a decent
interval.
I
never would have considered that, Rawlins
said.
That
is why I am Sir Gerald and you are Mr. Rawlins, Tarrant
grinned.
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