PASTOR SANDRINE VERSUS A TURKISH GANG by Hamlet PASTOR SANDRINE THE BLACK SCORPION AND IVORIAN DOMINA JUDGE HALIMA OF THE ROYAL OVERSEAS JUDGES Mustafa Oktay had been holding court at his usual afternoon spot at the front of a caf� called the Goldspoon in Nottingham. The discussion was about what to do with the latest problem for the Oktay Brothers. Although it had started out as only a minor irritation, it was now a fully-fledged problem that threatened all the gang's activities. There was a Black Woman and a Norselandic Woman who had moved into the neighbourhood. They were stirring up the residents to clean up the area. Now the residents had started to respond and it was becoming more difficult for the gang to pursue their criminal activities any more. The Oktays were a Turkish Cypriot criminal organization heavily involved in armed robbery, contract killing, drug trafficking and other racketeering-related activities. The Oktays themselves were considered the leading crime family in the Nottingham Daily Mail had called the Oktays "Britain's No 1 crime family" In fact they fancied taking over the whole East Midlands eventually which, in the 1990s led to a violent gang war between the Oktay's and the Warren's which the Oktays emerged as the mosdt powerful gang in the area . The Oktays were known as the gang was led by brothers Mustafa Bakir and Samdi but more brothers were involved in the various operations. Aban Oktay, known as "The Duke", one of five brothers in the family, had been convicted of conspiracy to supply 100kg of heroin worth �12.5 million and given a 23-year term of imprisonment. Yaban Oktay, also was jailed for drug smuggling, and was said to be controlling the family fortune from prison Their family was said to maintain ties with relations in Turkish Cyprus who oversaw shipments arriving in mainland Europe. Despite this however, they still maintained a name as one of the most feared East Midlands families meaning that their acts of criminality had not decreased noticeably. Some sources believe that the organisation was run from prison, largely by Yaban Oktay and they were known to maintain drug-related ties with Turkish Cyprus. The two Women Sandrine and Halima were determined to put an end to their criminal activities. Pastor Sandrine originally from the Ivory Coasr had become a Black Scorpion an Honorary Norselandic Citizen, working with Judge Halina Bratelli of the Royal Overseas Judges. They had moved in as part of the British Norselandic Treaty to do something effective about Britain's growing gang culture as part of the Norselandic WACT (War against Crime and Terrorism). .The discussion then centered on what to do about these two Women. The suggestions covered everything from threatening their mothers (who unfortunately were in Norseland and the Ivory Coast) to bombing the Judge Headquarters in Nottingham All at once Mustafa noticed the loud talking had died out. The silence was overwhelming. All of the Oktays present were staring at something directly behind him. Mustafa turned his head to see for himself what had distracted them. What the hell! He saw was a very glamourous Black Woman. She was very tall at least 6 inches taller than him. Her nose was a little to long and her jaw line a little to strong to be truly beautiful, but her flashing dark eyes, her Black hair, and high cheekbones made her look so striking. She was wearing a skin tight rubber cat suit with high heeled boots that showed her really muscular shoulders the thigh length boots emphasised the sheer power of her legs. The effect was completed by her long latex gloves that went right up her arms "Hello Mustafa how are you? My name is Pastor Sandrine of the Jubilee Pentecostal Curch.I have a lot to discuss with you." Mustafa Oktay was overwhelmed by her size and build. "I've heard all about you. Mustafa, I have heard that you are an expert fighter and I would love to fight you.' He thought it was time to show her who was in control. "If you want to see me, you can come by our place tonight. We are having a 'board of directors' meeting at ten o'clock. You can come by then if you want to. " The thought of fighting this huge Black Woman was beginning to fill him with fear. "What is this so-called 'board of directors' anyway?" . "Just four of us. me the brothers and the big guy over there. Hakam He's in charge of security." Mustafa Okay pointed to a big fat man. He was big everywhere, big shoulders, Big arms, big legs, big gut. "Maybe I'll fight you tomorrow at 6 PM at the Mellish Sports Centre. Meanwhile I will come tonight to visit your premises with my Colleague Judge Halima Bratelli the Royal Overseas Judges." Sandrine turned to leave. As she drove back down the street to her office at the Jubilee Church, she heard whistles and cat-calls. Mustafa Oktay was slim and wiry. He was about five-nine and one hundred and forty pounds. He was an expert with a knife. That was how he got and maintained control of the Oktays. It was said he could cut you and you wouldn't even know it until your blood was all over the sidewalk. Bakir was a vicious fighter and was the actual brains of the outfit. He was a computer expert and excellent with numbers. His main job was keeping the business end running smoothly. Sandrine did not know the last brother, Sabri but she assumed from his size that he was the muscle, and used it to intimidate when needed. She knew that. now they had taken over the neighbourhood and were terrorizing the people who had lived there for years. Another of the complaints she heard was about the scum who came to the neighbourhood to buy drugs. She knew she could be asking for trouble, by going to see Mustafa Oktay, but decided it was worth the risk. If she and Halima could beat his thugs senseless, the people of Nottingham could live in safety once again. She decided to wash and shower at the Pentecostal Church before going out tonight. As she took off her clothes, she checked herself out in the mirror. She liked what she saw. Her strikingly attractive face topped off an amazing body. Wide, strong, shoulders tapered to a firm waist. Her breasts were really enormous, and jutted straight out from her muscled chest. A bra was strictly an accessory for her. Her legs were muscular but sexily attractive. Then there were her arms. Large veins ran up and down her arms. When she turned her arm, muscles writhed like snakes in her strong forearms. She struck a sexy pose, and then flexed her bicep. A mountainous peak leaped up, and then subsided as she relaxed. Horseshoe shaped triceps sprang to life when flexed and also disappeared when she relaxed. She held her hand up in front of her face. It was larger than usual for any person of her size. Slowly she clenched it into a hard-brown ball of a fist. Looking at that fist a half smile played across her lips She stepped on the scale "One-forty-six" it read. She began to get dressed. She selected tight rubber shorts that her thighs almost filled completely. A sleeveless rubber jerkin covered her muscular stomach. Knee-length boots and gloves completed the stunning outfit. Checking her watch, she saw it was time to leave. I'M COMING FOR YOU MUSTAFA OKTAY!!' Any comments to NORSELANDIC@HOTMAIL.COM