A classic plan

The safe house is a dank run down place, only designed to be used for short stays. It was somewhere that been in disuse for a while but there were now signs that it was being used for a longer term resident.

Jessica enters cautiously, having doubled back several times to ensure that she didn't have any tails before returning. The sound of a rhythmic but dull thudding sound could be heard in the other room when she arrived. She nodded and observed that the safe house was just as messy as when she'd left, empty takeaway boxes piled around and discarded clothes were scattered about. With an exasperated sigh, she goes towards the sound.

A young blonde woman dressed in 3/4 exercise leggings and a black sports bra is weaving in and out as she hits a tattered red punching bag. She had clearly been going for a while as her pale skin is glistening with sweat and she completes her set before looking over to the new arrival.

"How was ze reconnaissance?" Helene asks in thick French accented English as she approaches Jessica.

Jessica pulls out the red pen and changed her hair back to her now standard dark brown colour, her face also morphing back to normal in the process. "The DGSE is thoroughly infiltrated now. Their intelligence isn't worth the paper it's printed on now."

Helene ponders this thoughtfully and nods. They had both known it was only a matter of time before La Dissimuler's influence had corroded this source of information. Whilst it was primarily a shadowy American-based organisation, they had feelers all over the world and it was getting harder to escape their influence.

"Did you get enough to pull together the plan?" she asks Jessica.

Jess responded in the affirmative and pulled out some written notes and papers she'd collected whilst she'd been Jeanne. There was extensive documentation about the Organisation's European based sites, operations and known operatives including known associates and suspected compromised individuals. It wasn't a comprehensive listing and they were known to shut down and move on a moment's notice so they needed to act quickly and decisively based on this information.

"Tres bon, it's time we give them a taste of their own medicine," Helene smiled with a grim satisfaction. She had been waiting years for this chance and it was finally within grasp.

Operation Trojan Horse was finally a go.