The SOD Group had now grown to over two hundred with all the many translators and other personnel who processed all the electronic data being gathered from all these electronic devices which, thanks to Missy and her Missy virus, had been accessed. Lisa and Marie were essentially running the largest cyber-attack operation in the world. The SOD Group wasable to provide very valuable Intel to the other U.S. military and government agencies, including what was provided in the President’s Daily Briefing. The SOD Group reported directly to the U.S. Secretary of Defense.
After Missy finished taking a shower and getting dressed she sent a message to Lisa back at the SOD Group. Because of the time difference, she figured it would be a while before Lisa responded. The fact it was the weekend would not matter since Lisa and Marie basically worked around the clock, whether in the office or at home.
Then she decided to surprise the paparazzi who had followed her home from the Propaganda. She knew there would probably still be some of them waiting down in the lobby in the hope that she might make a rare appearance. It was well known she insisted on her privacy and her comings and goings, other than when with Yury, were a mystery.
Donning a pair of dark red slacks and a nice deep green blouse to match her eyes, she hopped on the elevator and went down. She was wearing little makeup and had her hair up in a messy topknot. While this attire was quite modest, compared with the way she typically would dress when going out with Yury, she knew she still looked great. The way she moved and the way her clothing clung to her voluptuous curves always garnered plenty of attention.
Sure enough, when she exited the elevator, she was noticed right away. Several reporters approached her with their cameramen and voices exclaimed, “Missy! Where is Yury?”, “What are your plans this morning?”, “Will you let us interview you?”, etc.
Once she had a small group of them surrounding her, Missy announced, “I’m only going out for breakfast. Yury is asleep. I think I wore him out last night.” She laughed and so did those who heard this.
Then she led them outside and went for a walk over to nearby Arbat Street. This was in the historic center of Moscow between Arbatskaya and Smolenskaya-Sennaya Squares and was surrounded by historical buildings in different architectural styles. Many consider it to be the most charming street in Moscow because of its historical architecture and its energy.
The headquarters of the General Staff of the Russian Armed Forces was on Arbatskaya Square and Missy had previously established its roof as one of her anchor spots when teleporting. On Arbat Street were many souvenir shops, restaurants, museums and even artists painting those passing by. One such man called out for Missy to pose for him and she cheerfully promised she would do so when she returned from eating her breakfast.
Choosing a café from which the aromas of coffee and food were especially pleasant, promising a delicious experience, Missy was seated at one of its outdoor tables. Due to the entourage which was now following her, she was waited on hand and foot and she soon was served a very nice brunch to enjoy.
Although she insisted everyone keep their distance from her while she ate her food, she generously ordered coffee and ponchiki for everyone which she not only paid for but insisted on tipping the waiters who served these items an amount equal to the bill. Ponchiki were a beloved street food treat in Moscow often described as hot, sugary, ring-shaped donuts with powdered sugar.
Needless to say, her “going out for breakfast” ended up being a huge story and would be described as such in several magazines accompanied by several photos.
Missy left a huge tip when she paid for her food and drinks (the coffee was every bit as delicious as its aroma had promised). Then, she began strolling back towards her apartment, enjoying herself immensely. She stopped, as promised, and allowed the artist who wanted her to pose for him to make some sketches. She gave him some money and then she returned to her place, chatting with all the reporters the whole way back.
Inside the lobby, Missy headed over to see Viktor Popov, the apartment manager. She wanted him to see her out and about on this rare occasion and, as she had done before, she again thanked him profusely for all his help in protecting her privacy and handling whatever packages were delivered there for her.
Finally, she said goodbye to all the paparazzi in the lobby and took the elevator back up to her apartment. Yury would be coming to pick her up later that afternoon for an event which she very much wanted to attend. This was being held at the Russia National Centre located at the Krasnopresnenskaya Embankment. That was only a short distance to the west of the Kremlin on the west bank of the Moskava River.
The event itself was the International Meeting of High Representatives for Security Issues. The Minister of Foreign Affairs was expected to give a speech that night on global security architecture. Numerous countries would be sending representatives to this. News concerning the ongoing Russia-Ukraine war would be reported to include advances intoSeverodonetsk. Missy had learned all this from one of the men the Defense Minister had introduced her to the previous evening. She then had insisted that Yury bring her to this event.
Yury had readily agreed when Missy explained there would also be discussions regarding potential oil embargoes by the European Union. He never could determine just how Missy managed to always know about such things but her information had always been both accurate and reliable in the past, with him often benefitting. He had stopped wonderinghowshe could be so amazing and merely took her for granted now.
Missy, of course, knew being seen at this event with Yury would further enhance her reputation. She was quickly becoming a celebrity because of all the Russian officials, leaders and other oligarchs she was constantly being seen and photographed with. Thanks to the many news and magazine articles about her, usually accompanied by some photos, she was very recognizable now.
As for this particular event? She anticipated meeting more key leaders and decision makers in the Russian regime. Learning who these individuals were and what influence they might have was what her spying was all about.
Once she met with any individual in person, her supernatural ability to sense and remember that person’s entity would enable her to not only recognize that person from that point on but she could find and teleport to their location provided they were anywhere within five hundred miles. Yes, she would then eventually access and infect their electronic devices should the SOD Group consider them to be worth monitoring.
Checking her phone, she found there was a message back from Lisa. Were there any persons of interest whom the SOD Group knew would be attending the event Missy was going to? Yes, there were some names. Two in particular were being flagged by Lisa as high priority. She hoped Missy might manage to meet with either or both of these men.
Alexey Rumyantsev worked for the Minister of Foreign Affairs and was suspected of being the one who really ran that operation behind the scenes while the Minister merely made public appearances and speeches. Alexey was thought to be the one truly responsible fordrafting and implementing the country's foreign policy. This role involved representing Russia in international negotiations, signing international treaties, advising the government on foreign affairs, and disseminating information abroad to promote Russia's interests. Since the Minister also managed diplomatic missions and ensured the protection of Russian citizens abroad, it was very typical for him to be the one to speak about global security. His man Alexey would surely be present that night.
Likewise, Gabriel Profeta who worked under the Swiss Minister of Foreign Affairs was expected to be there. He was known to be very pro-Russian and would no doubt be helping them deal with any oil embargoes which the European Union might impose. Russia would be needing to export its energy in order to fund this war they had started in Ukraine.
Yury was playing a key role in exporting energy, of course, and was now extremely wealthy because of all the businesses he was operating. Missy enjoyed teasing him about how his wealth prior to her becoming his mistress had been mostly a product ofcorruptionwhile now that she was by his side, the deals he hadbeen making had been because ofinfluenceinstead. He could only agree that she had been playing a big role in that.
Missy knew how to use psychological tactics to persuade others and, combined with some carefully executed bribes, Yury indeed was doing better than ever. The fact she was “provokingly beautiful” as the media had started describing her, only enhanced Yury’s status.
Missy applied some makeup and put her hair up in a sophisticated hairstyle. Then she chose one of her gowns which would be subtle for this event. While less revealing and not as bold as many of the outfits she often wore out with Yury, this dress with its silvery blue color would go very well with the evening’s theme. Her curves would be noticeable enough, especially when she moved around on her matching four-inch heels.
She selected some of the diamond jewelry which Yury had provided and when he finally arrived, she was ready to go. She wrapped a sheer white scarf around her shoulders and went down in the elevator with Yury to his waiting limo. They stopped only briefly in the lobby so the paparazzi there could grab some photos but they did not grant any interviews.
Inside the limo, Yury said, “I like what you’ve chosen to wear tonight, Missy. As always, you seem to know what is most appropriate.”
“Thanks, I intend to have you introduce me to a lot of important people tonight,” said Missy with an impish grin. “I won’t be acting like any dumb bimbo but will instead pretend to be a femme fatale … you know … perhaps someone like that Greek Goddess Diana the Huntress.” She laughed at the expression on his face.
“Your notoriety will no doubt help you do that, I suppose.” Then Yury grimaced and with a big sigh he added, “If only I were bedding you the way the world out there all thinks that I do.”
Missy chuckled and said, “Your poor treatment of women in the privacy of the bedroom is to blame for your never being able to bed me. Your sexual frustration is merely the justice which you deserve. You must focus now on all the other ways in which you are benefitting. Keep me happy so those ways will continue rather than what will happen should I release those documents proving you were a traitor about to defect.”
