[CR] "Tales of the SEA-Division"

Postby Gagexpert » Sun Oct 01, 2017 12:08 pm

So, I just returned from some travels abroad, and they got me.. inspired ;). I want to get into writing some little stories, but I would like your help with it. So vote, and let me know where I should start!



Financial District, Paris - Headquarters of La Compagnie Rouge

'Thank you, Sanne. Great work. You did a great service to.. to the people of South Laos..' Cyril Dupuis smiled. His teeth were white, maybe a bit too white. The intern he was talking to, a redheaded Dutch girl, was glowing with pride. She had just figured out a way to get a sizable amount of money into Laos, without having to declare it to the French Ministry of Finances. It wasn't entirely legal, but it would save the Organization a lot of money, which would benefit its aid program to impoverished families in Southern Laos.. Or so the redhead thought, at least..

CR - or so people across the globe thought - was second only to the Red Cross when it came to Humanitarian Aid. It maintained a large fleet - of both container ships and freight planes - that was able to ship emergency goods across the planet whenever disaster struck. There were regular lines between most Western European nations and most developing countries.

Cyril, wearing a fifteen thousand dollar suit and even more expensive watch, kept smiling as the intern turned to leave his office. He couldn't help but check out her ass, that looked quite spectacular in the tight little grey skirt the girl was wearing. Maybe after she finished her internship, she needed to be introduced to the.. other side of the Organization. Not now, though. Too risky. Way too risky.

The phone rang. He exchanged a single look with his receptionist - a rather burly man called Théo, who closed the door to his office and put the blinds down, so he could take this call in complete privacy. He knew the line was secure. As secure as it could get. The White House had a phone line that was less protected than his was.

He expected a call from Alain Barrande. Alain Barrande was his second-in-command, but the two of them had not seen eye-to-eye for several months. The reason for that, was that Alain had spent the last five months setting up a new permanent division of CR: The SEA-Division. So far, the return on investment had been spectacular.

The idea on itself had been brilliant. Since Cyril had taken over as CEO, they had managed to expand the little side operation the two of them had been running under the nose of the old CEO. At first, they only did it to bribe specific dictators into allowing humanitarian aid in their country. After all, what did one naive blonde college girl wanting to change the world for the better matter in the grand scheme of things? Then, they had discovered the full potential of their scheme.. There was a high demand in certain parts of the world for cute white girls.. After a while, however, their hunting grounds started to "warm up". After the abduction of Amélie Bélanger, a 19-year old brunette from Marseille they had abducted from her parents home at one warm July night, the Ministry of Justice had roared its ugly head and started a full scale investigation. Maybe because Amélie had turned out to be the daughter of a high-ranking official at that Ministry.

They had to come up with new ideas. And Alain had a brilliant plan. Thousands of girls - from Germany, France, Holland, Britain, Australia, the US - were backpacking through South East Asia every year. Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Myanmar. Corrupt police forces. Weak security at hotels and excursions. Ample opportunities to hide kidnapped girls. Low standards of living - which meant easy recruiting among the local population when sufficient funds were used.

The phone rang again. Ciryl picked it up.

'Alain!' he said cheerfully. 'How are you, my friend?'

Re: [CR] "Tales of the SEA-Division"

Postby Gagexpert » Tue Oct 03, 2017 6:00 am

I think the die has been cast :). A decisive win for the first scenario!

Tale 1: Room 45, part 1

Chung Trinh, better known inside the Organization as CT, sat behind the desk of the little hostel he was running. Business had been slow lately. Most of his rooms were sold out - but he hadn't managed to sell Room 45 in months. His normal rooms made him 5, maybe 10 dollars a night, depending on what the tourist staying in them were willing to pay. Room 45, however, netted him 400 dollars a night.

His hostel, named "Happy Stay Saigon" was ran efficiently. It was clean, he was nice to customers, and his Booking.com rating was above 85. That assured a steady flow of tourists. He offered a range of excursions to his customers; to the Delta nearby, to Cambodia and it's temples, to the Tunnels of the Vietnam War. Happy Stay Saigon was like many other hostels - apart from Room 45, that was.

He only allowed himself to rent out Room 45 once a month. Last visitor had arrived during high season, back in June. An American girl; a petite brunette. Cute enough. An easy 400 bucks. Enough to pay his rent for the rest of the year. He chuckled, yawned, then got back to work.

It was due time he would rent out the room again, and a great opportunity had present itself, in the form of Rakel Fichtner. CT typed her name in his google bar. Direct hit. A Facebook page, a LinkedIn page, even a publication at the webpage of a University. He opened her Facebook-page, and a grin spread over his face as he browsed through her photo-album. Blue eyes, blonde hair, a gorgeous smile - she looked as if she had stepped straight out of a fairy tale. On some pictures she wore black glasses. She was a bit smaller than average, if CT had to judge it by the photos, but she appeared to be in great shape and he was sure she would do just fine. He continued his research for some more minutes.

Rakel was only 22, but had already graduated from a Swedish university in the field of Cognitive Psychology. Her Facebook page showed a picture of her in a nice blue dress, signing a diploma. CT guessed she had decided to make a trip to South-East Asia before trying her luck on the labour market. He would make sure she was offered an extension of her trip, he thought, grinning.

He opened his e-mail and sent a quick reply to miss Fichtner, replying to her request regarding the availability of rooms. He replied that indeed, a room was free and that he would even give her a 10% discount because she booked directly with him. He did that just to make sure she would indeed turn up. It would be a waste if she decided at the last moment to book somewhere else.

Then, he opened a drawer and grabbed a cell phone from it. It was an old Nokia - from the pre-smartphone era. He put it on, entered the PIN-code and sent a single text.

"Room 45 has been booked." He pressed sent, knowing that Alain Barrande, or "the Frenchman" as he called him, would now start making arrangements for miss Fichtners visit.