Chapter 1

’The Tunnel’

... Policewomen at the notorious Melbourne Nightclub

It had all started on the Nightshift...

Rostered to work with ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson and Constable Valerie Robertson

‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Campbell had been expecting a quiet night of paperwork. It had been almost eight months since the attractive blonde had graduated from the Glen Waverley ‘Police Training Academy’ and she was still stationed at the Russell Street ‘Uniform Branch’ in Melbourne...

“Campbell...?” called a female voice. At first, Sonya didn’t realise that she was being called,

“Is there a Constable Campbell in here?” the young policewoman in the doorway asked.

Constable Jane Millicent stepped into the large ‘Muster Room’ – Jane Louise Millicent glanced at the clipboard that she held,

“Constable Campbell...?”

Sonya looked up. She knew Jane by reputation alone.

“Y-Yes...?” responded Sonya finally.

“What the...?” Jane queried, clearly irritated,

“You’re fuckin’ Campbell...?” the twenty-three year old brunette asked – Sonya nodded.

‘The Slut’ as she was better known, had not been expecting the ‘Constable Campbell’ on her list to be the thirty year old blonde...

“Sonya Campbell...”

“So, you’re Sonya Campbell huh...?” Jane responded – she knew something of the Divorcee,

“Y-Yes...” Sonya replied. There was a moment of silence.

“Well...” Jane explained almost reluctantly – she tugged at the collar of her short-sleeved uniform shirt and continued to stare at her clipboard as she spoke...

“You’re working with Sergeant Saunders this evening, Campbell – understand?”

Sonya nodded without speaking. Jane paused once again. She looked up, tugging at her shirtsleeve,

“Constable Thompson...?”

“Y-Yes...?” replied ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson.

She stood with Constable Valerie Robertson at the rear of the ‘Muster Room’...

“Constable Robertson...?” hissed Jane with contempt. Better known as ‘Val’ within the ‘Uniform Branch’ at Russell Street, the twenty=one year old sat back on the bench along the back wall,

“Jane...?” was her response. She’d been at the Academy with Jane.

There had been trouble downtown. Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders was the ‘Officer in Charge’ of the elite Russell Street ‘Special Duties’ Section – not attached to either the Criminal Investigation Branch or the ‘A’ District ‘Crime Car’ Squad, they were quite autonomous. Primarily working Plainclothes, the ‘Special Duties’ Section were somewhat notorious. A select team of hard career policemen. For some time, Constable Jane Millicent had been sharing Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders’ bed, hence the unfortunate nickname of ‘The Slut’ – she was the only policewomen attached to the ‘Special Duties’...

“Well, you two are also workin’ with the ‘Special Duties’ tonight...” continued Jane reluctantly.

The three ‘General Duties’ policewomen were needed. Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders and his elite ‘Special Duties’ Section had been detailed to deal with the problem – Regulations stipulated that only female police officers could ‘search’ any female suspects. And with the previous night’s ‘trouble’ at ‘The Tunnel’ Nightclub, policewomen would be a prerequisite for any check of the ‘Ladies Loo’ there.

“We’re doing a ‘walk thru’ of ‘The Tunnel’ tonight...?” Jane added. She had thought the thirty year old blonde was in fact, ‘Probationary’ Constable ‘Bluey’ Gallagher – ‘Lucky Phil’ had asked for just two police ‘cunts’ as he called policewomen, and another male police officer, to supplement his ‘A’ District ‘Special Duties’ Section,

“So, get yourselves fuckin’ ready?”

Sonya pushed her paperwork to one side.

She glanced back at Yvonne and Val. It had suddenly occurred to the Divorcee that Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders had been allocated the only three bi-sexual or lesbian police officers working at the Russell Street ‘Uniform Branch’ – she knew only too well that ‘Lucky Phil’ detested policewomen,

“Sergeant Saunders will be here in a minute...?” Jane warned – she sounded worried. Nervous

Sonya stood up. It was still early. A little after midnight. A warm Melbourne night.

Constable Jane ‘The Slut’ Millicent took a step back – she lingered in the open doorway, looking for her arrogant boyfriend. Somewhere upstairs, a door slammed. Laughter echoed up from down in the basement office of the ‘Women Police’ Division. Downstairs in ‘The Dungeon’ as the Russell Street ‘Women Police’ Office had been christened, several policewomen were enjoying a moment’s rest...

“This should be interesting...?” Sonya observed. Val nodded without speaking.

“What about the Sarge, Sonya?” wondered Yvonne – ‘Acting’ Sergeant Crystal Anne Wallace was in the adjacent Sergeants Office,

“That’s none of your fuckin’ concern,” hissed Jane contemptuously, “Who do you think I’ve just spoken to about you three?”

Val opened her mouth to protest. Yvonne placed a hand on her colleague’s wrist, shaking her head.