MY TREASURED DESIRE

Chapter TWENTY-TWO – The Security Breach!

Raymond Chang’s P.O.V.

10:05 Hours GMT. Crown Prince Reynold Chang’s Oval Office, Imperial Palace, Achaia.

“You had to set your expensive disguise aside when you were about to lose the substance of your UK-Toil?” I laughed at my boss and Crown Prince, who also laughed it off.

“O yes. Mine was worth the toil, Bestie. But you have a problem waiting on your side – and it could consume the entire royal family – believe me! Greta must be planning to relaunch her hunt for me, now that she has begun the matchmaker’s game for you and her childhood friend. She is a gambling queen, so I am not surprised that she threw away reality for a mirage! I won’t doom your future by insisting that you marry Greta who I do not trust to enter a major role in our Royal Family, anyway. I have the intuition that the loyal soldier’s love is true. I would advise that you deeply consider your extent of commitment to each side – No room for confusion, and we cannot be too careful in this dicey case,” the Crown Prince concluded.

“I hope she is making efforts to get a bodyguard who will double as a chauffeur?” I asked.

“I sent that American paratrooper course mate who drove us around throughout our covert Defence and Spies’ Training Course in Israel,” replied the crown prince.

“Bill Alfred? Is he that same guy who makes use of your car – as a taxi in England - whenever you are elsewhere? Was he not of service to us in the UK., recently?” I requested to know. “I never knew that he was the Israeli Trained Guy.”

“Great spy, he is,” was all the answer my crown prince gave.

Reynold’s phone started ringing. He picked it up and spoke quickly: “Talk of the devil!”

“Boss, I never knew you were coming to England to pick your empress-to-be for that treat we discussed… Your security details totally blocked me from coming to see you in the Aircraft at the London Heathrow!”

“No way… Impossible! Where are you?” Crown Prince was alarmed to the level of exasperation. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

“What is it, Blue Rey?!” I wondered with a tone of urgency. Reynold could not talk to me yet, he had to conclude that call. He rather put his phone on speaker mode while the chauffeur continued:

“I just returned from the Airport after dropping her off… I am shocked: Who could be using your jet and so many guards in Achaian Uniforms. She informed me that you called her…?”

I quickly tapped on my phone’s internet to see the present video of Achaian Imperial Wing and the Gang Hangar. The planes and Private Jets were there and safe too. To be sure, I video-called the fleet manager to confirm:

“Is the Crown Prince’s Official Aircraft Gulfstream G-IV SP still on the hangar?”

“Yes, My Crown Prince. Does my prince have any specific request for me to quickly provide information for?” sounded the Airport’s Fleet Manager, as he moved his phone to show me the hangar. I thanked the Officer and allowed him to go.

I have no choice but to patronise the Online Special Global Espionage website. It can only be reached for any serious information by those who possess the special membership password. Then, you need to type the specifications of your request, so I typed the following information and other classified codes: “The Gulfstream G-IV SP with a passenger capacity of 12-14. Max range: 4200nm, High Speed .88 Mach, Baggage Capacity of 169 cubic feet and Cabin Height of 6feet and 2 inches…” The site's prompt directed me to the payment screen, and I paid a $1,000,220= fee online, answered a few queries, and was asked to keep my device online.

“Out of the many buyers of that specification of aircraft, only two of them are possible culprits: Monsieur Philippe Dior – an associate of his Middleville namesake who designs that nation’s Armed Forces Uniforms, and the Late Imperial Defense Counsellor, Marshall V. B. Dior who was publicly executed in Middleville for his complicity in the most recent treasonable felony case,” I informed my boss. “However, the cloning of Achaian aircraft’s bodily design was purposefully done by an artist based in France. The kidnappers did a lot of underground work to make their aircraft pass all international aviation checks as if it were the Achaian Crown Prince’s aircraft. OSGE also reports that the aircraft left Heathrow at 9: 45 am… for a journey of One Hour and Thirty-Five minutes.”

“Does that mean that this is another Middleville plot? But why?” was the Crown Prince’s rhetorical question.

“My Lord – It is dangerous at this stage to run into unproven conclusions,” I posited. Then, I tried to speak up on OSGE’s bad customer relations: “OSGE is merciless. To get a piece of further information after the specified timing lapses, we – who made them wealthy – must still pay more of the 7 digits in dollars!”

Within a few minutes, another call came in from Dr. Alex Junior to his brother-in-law to be… “It should be an evening in Achaia, Your Highness. Good evening. May I speak briefly with EnDee?”

Reynold never minces words whenever he speaks with this particular African prince: “Good Morning in England, Brother. Information reaching me today seems to reveal that a voice imitator gadget was used to fake my voice in a call to my future empress… Let us keep the information to ourselves, for now, as we are already tracking her whereabouts. It’s a Middleville plot, and it could be anyone amongst their high and mighty leaders!”

“Oh my God! I will also do something about this… Trust me not to worsen the matter… Did your Royal Intelligence Unit (the ASSS) have a prior registration with OSGE? My father still has some connections with them - being a former ambassador,” Dr. Alex Junior responded.

Reynold quickly answered: “Brother, I will insist that Dad should not get a wind of this information. It could be fatal if anyone panics and the information leaks out… I know that dad is a great warrior. But we should handle this. We already linked OSGE due to their wider coverage of happenings at the Aviation Spaces across the globe. We need the destination, and we are still waiting for more information.”

“I have a way of getting their information faster, Your Highness… Please hang up!”

In another hour, a call came from Dr. Reese Chang to Raymond:

“… The Gulfstream G-IV SP with a passenger capacity of 12-14. Max range: 4200nm – licensed to Monsieur Philippe Dior - just landed at a private airstrip located at Grande-Terre in the mainland of New Caledonia, France at 11.20 am… A white Rolls Royce Limousine picked her up. She was hooded… to a yet to be known destination,” she reported.

“Are you in England with your fiancée?” the crown prince asked, to be sure that she was safe.

“Yes, brother. He got this information, and he is working on another,” she answered and immediately disconnected her call.

I took an excuse and invited the crown prince to my ASSS Headquarters’ Office in New Beijing, Achaia.

***

The A.S.S.S. Headquarters, New Beijing, Achaia.

I transferred all the information I received to the ASSS radar and called Colonel Michelle to join me after giving her the laconic information. She appeared, gaily dressed in her military combat uniform. Maps put the destination at either Corsica Island in the Mediterranean Sea, Grande-Terre in the mainland of New Caledonia, Grande-Terre in the Kerguelen Islands, or Réunion Island in Réunion… all in France. How is that possible?

The kidnappers were smart: They confused whichever radar that could be tailing them.

However, Colonel Michelle suggested that ASSS should zero in on the notable personal estates or villas owned by Marshal V. B. Dior, or any notable son or daughter of either Middleville or Achaia, including the Monsieur Philippe Dior – who owns the aircraft used for the kidnap. She also insisted that the French Navy and Government should also be connected.

Colonel Spinks added that kidnappers may not use their own homes to keep victims, but shackles and uncompleted buildings, except if this is a love-based or political abduction case. Another member of the team suggested another call on OSGE, even when it is expensive – since the future empress must not be left with men of the underworld for too long, even when no demands are being made.

The ASSS completed an application and submitted it to the Embassy of France, while the King of Achaia called the President of France. The King has given his word that help will surely come… A list of private owners of properties in the 9 popular islands were secretly sent to the King of Achaia, who sent a copy to his son… The document is now being perused.

“I have heard this company name before – Orient Imperial,” said the crown prince.

Colonel Michelle added another lead: “There is a large garment factory in Bandar, Middleville, where my father once sent me to… I collected some uniforms for his battalion from there. Orient Imperial – the name of that business was a kept secret… They could have made the Achaian Guards’ uniform that Princess Alexa might have seen, which made her not to doubt that her husband-to-be may not be in the aircraft.”

“Owned by Philippe Dior in the books, having 50% of Orient Imperial” I added briefly. “Late Prince Jon Cheng Yu – Prince Liu’s only brother - owns 20% of the shares of Orient Imperial, worldwide. Alistair Wu owns 30%.”

Colonel Spinks added with seriousness: “From the last security checks on the Middleville Business Sector, every business share earlier owned – around the world - by Jon Cheng Yu were transferred to Alistair Wu, now 19.”

“Alistair Wu is not on social media. But she lives quietly in a private estate in South Africa, managing the only business legitimately owned by her father,” said Colonel Michelle Guan, cautiously. “Who is Wu? He is an Estate Management and Property Billionaire who lives with his wife and son in South Africa. The Middleville Code of Conduct Bureau recorded this estate business as the main asset of the Prince Liu Cheng Yu of Middleville before he was enthroned.”

“Now I remember: The Prince of Middleville is a very wise man who keeps a lot of secrets. This photo on your radar is the same young girl I met with Prince Liu Cheng Yu about 6 years ago. She was 13 and Liu was 31. He told me that she was his mistake at 18 and her unmarried mother died while putting her to birth,” the crown prince concluded.

Some of the team members caught a breath of sharp air, while some of them only nodded. General R. C. Chang spoke up: “For your ears only: Alistair’s father had sent an expensive, traditional love proposal to Alexa George-Orji – and was secretly and honourably rejected - shortly before our Crown Prince proposed… I guess it all adds up”.

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