PT 3 - THE BEST LAID PLANS The automatic doors slid open as thirty-six-year-old Cynthia Connely strutted to the front of the room. She was dressed in her favorite comfortable black rubber catsuit. The room was filled with the usual suspects. The light from the video projection unit caused her to blend in with the screen behind her as she called the room to attention. "OK, listen up." Everyone got quiet and straightened up to listen. "It's time to finish what we started a year ago. I know some of you have been kept in the dark, sorry, it was necessary. You now need to know." The screen changed to display the words "Operation Dreamscape". "We have known for a while now, that the receipts for most of the Caymen Island offshore accounts are transferred to and from the mainland via ship. Thursday's estimated total is seventeen billion. Thanks to some really horny dockworkers, we know the ship leaves from Key West, but our best efforts to track it or to put anyone aboard have met with failure. The ship has been modified, for obvious reasons, with stealth technology." The picture on the screen changed again to show an ordinary looking cruise ship. "It looks normal, but it can't be seen on RADAR or heard on SONAR, unless you have one of these." The picture changed again to a picture of a satellite and the caption read "DLSPS" "The Downward Looking Stealth Penetrating Satellite. US Space Command's newest toy. Designed to locate enemy subs from orbit, this satellite can penetrate any stealth technology currently available. Thanks to Senator Jackson, chairman of the Armed Services Committee and some excellent interrogation work by Jenna, we now know the location of the Satellite Control facility." Jenna stood and came to the front of the room. "You all have your specific assignments in front of you, let's briefly go over the key elements. The facility is located near military arsenal in Alabama." The picture changed to a nondescript house in the middle of a suburban block. "The facility runs sixteen stories underground. A central elevator leads to the main complex. The surface facility won't be hard to penetrate, probably one or two guards trying to appear as ordinary citizens. Getting the access codes to the elevator will be the hard part." The picture changed again showing a photo of a man in his late forties. "Alan Carrey." Cynthia took over again. "This is the man who designed the satellite control systems. The government has hidden him away in southern California. We can't get to him, but his son…" The picture changed again. "Sam Carrey is vulnerable. Beth, Christina, are you ready to go back to high school?" The twins nodded from their seats. "Good. Next problem, getting in. The government doesn't let these guys out much. That should work in our favor. We understand that the military allows a select pool of women to `entertain" the staff. We have convinced a few of them to help us out." Cynthia and Jenna continued to brief them on the operation for the next hour. "Some final notes: First, I want to thank Jocelyn for volunteering to undergo the necessary surgery needed to pull this off. Lastly, I'm sure you all have heard about Jill. We won't leave her behind. Samantha, Jane, Lori, I'll need you and your group to stay behind a minute. I have a plan to get her out."