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Title: Undercover
Subtitle: Part 1
a little picture story
by Macklingirl

Cowley couldn't believe what his old friend, Lord Smyth-Stockington told him. His goddaughter Phylis was threatened. This could not be true. Who would want to do something to an aspiring fashion designer? "Yes, Frederic, I'll give this assignment to my best men. Yes, they do look good. But it is better they don't hear that. ....... Yes, we'll be in touch with your daughter. Goodbye Frederic."

He put on his jacket (there was no reason his people shouldn't see him perfectly dressed) and went out into the hallway. Once outside he shouted "Bodie! Doyle!" and waited with the fast prepared folder. The lads didn't need to know that this was personal.

One minute or so later his men entered the hallway, Bodie eating a Christmas cookie. He looked them into the eyes and said "I have a new assignment for you. There is a threat against Lady Phylis Smyth-Stockington. She is one of the rising fashion designers in London and there have been several anonymous calls and letters threatening her and her models. She needs protection for herself and her models and has requested my best men."

He handed the file to Bodie. "Read them over, briefing is in my office in ten minutes." With that, he disappeared into his office and closed the door.

"Well, that should be a good sight for our sore eyes, Bodie my lad", Doyle said cheerfully. "Models, always nice to look on". Bodie answered and winked knowingly.

Ten minutes later there was no sign of Mr Cowley, but Betty waiting for them. "You are to go to the Old Arlington hotel. Two suitcases and a travel bag are waiting for you there, containing your clothes for the next few days. Lady Smyth-Stockington will contact you for the photo shoot."

"Oh, so we are to be the models?" Doyle wanted to know.

"I think so, 4.5. At least that's what Mr Cowley told me", Betty answered with a hidden twinkle in her eyes.

They drove to the Old Arlington hotel and asked for the luggage that should be waiting there. The clerk showed them and when they saw it they wondered what would be in it. Why was one of the suitcases so small?

"Okay, I'm curious", said Bodie."Let's go upstairs and see what we got." Since Doyle was nearer to the suitcases he snatched the smaller one and dangling the key to their room he said "We could bet what is in it. Maybe a tuxedo or a tailcoat."

Once inside the hotel room they sat on the bed. "Now, won't you open it?" Bodie asked.

"No, I think you should open it. Tuxedos and tailcoats are more your style than mine."

Bodie gingerly opened the suitcase and both couldn't believe what they saw inside of it.

"No way I'm wearing that when a woman is in the same room."

"I know what you mean, Doyle. What is she thinking? No wonder there are threats against her. What do you mean, does Cowley know what sort of fashion she designs?" Bodie asked with a suppressed chuckle.

"I'm not sure. But I think we should go and see him. And tell him, that we won't wear any of these", Doyle said with a shudder. They left the underpants in the hotel room and went to see Cowley.

When they entered the room Cowley didn't so much as look at them. "You have a problem, lads?" he wanted to know. "Is there anything not logical with the assignment?"

"No, Sir, it's all crystal clear. But we must tell you something ...." Bodie reached into his pocket and pulled out the object stowed inside.

"WE WON'T WEAR THIS. Not in front of a woman who wants to take pictures of us wearing THAT!"

To be continued

They are not mine. The items they found in the suitcase are also not mine, they are found on the internet on selling sides.
If the lads were mine maybe they had to wear some of them.

Title: Undercover
Subtitle: Part one
a little picture story by macklingirl