The
photo-shoot was now over and the party had moved on to the Amber Room.
The theatre was dark and quiet, just a dim glow of indicator lights
gleaming through the window of the control gallery providing illumination.
A door beside the stage swished open, and a figure dressed in swirling
robes entered. The dim light gleamed off golden jewellery and embroidery as
the figure swiftly looked around, then returned to the door.
Her low whisper sounded remarkably loud in the excellent acoustics
of the auditorium
"It's all clear, Charles.
Although I really think you are being a bit of a stuffed shirt about
this."
A second figure entered. This
one also wore flowing robes, but of a darker shade.
"It's all a matter of discipline, my dear.
Can you imagine how my authority would slip if any of them saw me
and you like this? Besides,
apart from the Flight Deck Officer, who knows much better than to tell
tales, no-one but me knows you’re here.
And I’d rather it stayed that way for the time being."
Sweeping his cloak of Imperial Purple around him, Colonel White strode
into the control gallery, and removed a very un-Roman memory stick from a
fold of his toga. He slotted
it into the projection computer, selected the appropriate picture, and
started the recorder.
Swiftly, he returned to the stage and sat down, Imperial Caesar on his
throne.
Amanda, the regal Cleopatra, stood behind him, resting her arm
lightly across his shoulders.
They held their pose for a moment, then White hurried back to the gallery
to remove any evidence of their visit.
These pictures would be theirs, and theirs only.
A few moments later, the theatre was once again dark and quiet.
But perhaps Colonel White should have remembered that Halloween was also
the time for Trick or Treat, and that on the senior staff were at least
two people more than capable of, for instance, hacking his email, and
setting up a remote-recording facility…
Unseen, up in the projection room, a dark hand operated the camera one
last time...
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