Tales of the Marine Chick: Catfight Confidential
Chapter 7
*** Black Cat Operations Center, Las Vegas, Nevada***
Sabrina Nichole, AKA Cipher or Bri, was re-checking her work for a third time. A few hours before, she found the same line of communications code embedded in three different signals. One signal going to Ireland, one to Miami and the final to the Panther, the unofficial title of the C-147 that Black Cat used as their primary means of long distance transportation. What made matters worse was the signal was originating from the base in Las Vegas and Bri was not able to crack it.
“Someone is sending out something they don’t want anyone else to see,” thought Bri, “I have to figure out what this is.”
Bri’s hackles went up. She didn’t know if she could trust anyone at the center right now.
As Bri was looking at the lines of code and retracing the signal, a new set of data came over the computer
and was received in Ireland and on the Panther. It was answered immediately.
Outside of the Air Force base, the woman typing the secure text looked at the screen for the acknowledgement and turned the phone off. She put the phone in her bag, pulled out a different untraceable burner phone and placed a call.
“Moshi, Moshi,” the voice of a woman speaking Japanese said.
“I am in need of your cleaning services in Las Vegas.” The woman who called said in unaccented English. “Time is of the essence and I will double your fee if it can be done in less than 12 hours.”
“I can be there in 6 hours,” said the woman in a Japanese accent. “who is the person in need of the cleaning services?”
“Her name is Leslie Smith,” the client said, “she is a former Law Enforcement Officer and now body guard. I will send her address and movement time table to you after this call. You come highly recommended and if you desire to make a substantial amount of money, I may be in need of your services full time.”
“How substantial?” asked the cleaner.
“High seven to low eight figures,” the client said, “assuming you take care of this cleaning for me.”
“It will be done and I will contact you once complete.” Sakura Sena said over the phone to the woman she had only ever heard of but never met. Sakura was a free-lance assassin who worked mostly for the Yakuza. Her specialty was killing females and she got off on a good fight. But her skills were second to none and she had 47 kills to her name.
“Good,” said the client, smiling, “I look forward to hearing from you.” She hung up and turned off the burner phone. The woman walked to her waiting town car and stepped into the back.
The driver turned her head, “Where to Ma’am.”
“My private hanger,” the woman said, “I am supposed to be in the air right now heading to DC.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the driver said, putting the car into drive and speeding down the street.
As the signal was coming across the screen, Bri attached a tracer to the signal. She was able to determine that the signals originated within a 10 block radius of the Air Force base. She knew for certain one signal ended in the Panther. As for the remaining two, one signal was somewhere in downtown Miami and the other signal near an old castle on some bluffs overlooking the Irish Sea. Bri jotted down the information and logged off the system. She grabbed her purse and left that operations center. As Bri exited the house used to enter the facility, she looked nervously around for anything out of place. The young woman hopped into her SUV and drove towards one of the off the Vegas Strip pawn shops. Once inside, Bri handed a key to the attendant behind the caged area. The attendant walked back and after a minute or so, came back with a large box, handing it to Bri. The computer hacker walked back to her SUV carrying the box in her arms. She got into her vehicle and opened the box. Inside was about $25,000 in cash, three forged passports, four burner phones, a few wigs and an assortment of glasses. She picked
out a wig and glasses to match the picture on the passport she chose and started to drive to the airport. As she drove she pulled out the cell phone she was given at the center, removed the battery and took out the SIM card, crushing it and tossing it out the window. She threw the battery and phone out separately as well. Bri was now a ghost.
About the time Bri was at McClaren International Airport purchasing a one-way ticket, Anna Mathews walked into the Operations Center and was puzzled why no one else was there; no Vivian and no Bri. She used the desk phone and dialed Bri but it went straight to voice mail. She logged into the computer system and checked the phone trackers. Small icons popped up on the world map. Anna opened them, but Bri’s wasn’t there. Anna narrowed her eyes. She sat down at the main terminal, went to the administrative log and a message popped up.
“If you are reading this, get out. The system is no longer secure. If you are the one doing this, I will figure it out.” – Bri
Anna erased the message and logged off. She left her secure cell phone on the table next to the computer. Anna Mathews had lived most of her life on the run. She had “go-bags” stashed throughout the world. She knew how to disappear and how to cover her tracks. She also knew the team was in danger but alerting them could set whoever did this to change something they have planned and it could hurt people she had grown close to. She exited the house, walked to her car and once seated, reached underneath the front seat; coming out with a Walther PPK and a burner phone. She knew my other cell phone number by heart. She texted....
Anna Mathews – Marine Chick, this is Red...Going dark...Be suspicious of everyone, including me.
Anna Mathews hit send and turned off the phone, removed the SIM card, destroyed it, and left the phone on the side of the street. She drove to the long term lot at McCarran International Airport and parked her BMW. She walked to a corner of the lot, go-bag in hand and took out a key and opened the front door of a 1999 Saturn. Her stash car had a full tank of gas and she left the lot and started driving north on Interstate-15.
***Ireland***
I was very pleased that the flight in the Panther had been so smooth. I had gotten some much needed sleep because I didn’t think I would be getting sleep for a while. I sat up in my bed and heard the buzz in my jacket pocket. I pulled out my untraceable phone and read the text. My breath caught in my lungs. If Anna was going dark and if she said not to trust anyone, shit! I erased the message and got dressed.
The mini operations center was crowded when I walked in. Alexandra Little, Kathryn Vargas, Amber Hurt, Steph Gibby and my daughter, Olivia were already looking over maps on the table. I started walking towards them but Amal grabbed my left arm. We locked eyes and just nodded heads. I guess she got the same text I did. What completely sucked is that I didn’t know who to honestly trust. Even Olivia; I had
only known her for a few months, what if she was a plant. I shook my head to clear the noise of my brain over thinking.
Alexandra pointed to a marked area in the eastern coast of Ireland. “This is where the Brits told us Wong, Tanaka and the blonde are headed. There is a more vicious off-shoot of the old IRA, led by this woman,” Alexandra said pointing to a photo of a young woman with crimson red hair, “this is Sasha Porter.” At that name, Amal and I traded another look. Alexandra went on, “Her Family has been fighting the British government since the 1920s. Sasha’s father and two brothers are serving life sentences at the Isle of White for murder; leaving her with mother Kitty and sister Suzy, though Suzy’s whereabouts are unknown.”
I decided to keep my mouth shut and not tell the group that Amal had killed Suzy in Jordan about 18 months ago. Amal and Suzy had engaged in a wild brawl that left both topless and as Suzy went for a discarded pistol, Amal had thrown a wickedly long knife which buried itself between Suzy’s bare tits. Why does Amal get all the cool kills??? I kicked a chick off a cliff in Southern California, but she lived. Damnit!
“We will have backing from the British and Irish governments,” Olivia added, “MI-5 and MI-6 will be working with their counterparts in Ireland and we will have the Special Air Service, (S. A. S.) as back up.”
“Game plan?” I asked with my arms crossed.
“Two teams of three,” Alexandra said, “me, you and Steph on Alpha and Olivia, Amal and Kathryn on
Bravo. S. A. S. will provide drone coverage on our frequency and we will have snipers for over watch.”
“Ok,” I said, impressed by the work they did while I was sleeping, “we head out in 4 hours. Check weapons, body armor, comms gear and catch some catnaps. Make sure your night vision has new batteries.”
I pulled Amber Hurt aside, handing her a burner phone. “Sweetie,” I said, “keep this on you and on at all times. Monitor comms from the Panther and keep Black Cat abreast of everything going on.”
“Please be careful,” Amber said as she brought my face to hers and we kissed, softly but increasing in pressure.
“I will, darling,” I said breaking the kiss, “I promise.”
*** Park City, Utah***
Anna Mathews drove around block after block to ensure no one was tailing her. She pulled over and reached into her go-bag and pulled out another pre-paid burner phone. She dialed the number from memory and waited for three rings before it was answered.
“Hello,” said the woman’s voice on the other line.
“If you recognize my voice, don’t say my name.” Anna said.
“I know who this is, but I am very puzzled as to why this person would call me? Since she tried to kill me three, no four times now.” The woman said with some steal in her voice.
“Yes,” Anna said, taking a deep breath, “but because you are as good as you are, I never succeeded. I need your help. I have turned my coin to the other side, if you know what I mean. Do you know a Marine who consistently gets herself into trouble but always finds a messy way out?”
“I know her; I have a few scars from her from about 4 years ago,” the woman on the other end said frostily, “but I had a job to do and so did she, it was business. Why do you want to know if I know her?”
“Because,” Anna Mathews said, “I want you to shoot her.”
*** A few hours later in Miami***
A.P. taxied the Dassault Falcon to the waiting hanger. A black Land Rover was waiting as the aircraft came to a stop. Airport employees maneuvered a ramp to the cabin door of the aircraft and waited for the door to open and the arrivals to disembark.
“A.P., that was a smooth flight.” Ewa said as she walked closer to the cockpit. She looked incredibly sexy in a black mini dress that showed off her amazing figure and sported a considerable amount of cleavage.
A.P. swiveled around and his jaw dropped open. “Good Lord!” He exclaimed, “You will be stopping traffic. Check that, you will be causing accidents in that dress!”
“Oh, this old thing,” Ewa said playfully as she did a slow spin, “I don’t know A.P., I think Grace might have a bigger rack than I do.” Winking, “The meet and greet shouldn’t be very long. If you could have the jet fueled and ready to go in a few hours, I think we will be able to leave.”
Noya Gold clicked off of her phone and walked to where Ewa was chatting with the pilot. “The meet is set for the Remington Hotel near the beach. The Land Rover is here to take us there and back.” Noya was
dressed in a similar mini dress but hers was green. She slipped her phone into a small purse and she and Ewa descended the ramp and walked to the waiting SUV.
*** Near the Irish Sea, Ireland***
Alexandra, Steph and I low crawled towards the ruined castle from the South. A thunder storm was rolling which would both help and hurt our situation. The help part would be no moon tonight; the hurt would be the lightning fucking with our night vision. I heard a TSK TSK in my earpiece. I halted my crawl and listened.
“Bravo in position,” Kathryn Vargas said over the earpiece, “I had comms with Charlie element, but I don’t have them anymore. Do you have positive comms with them?”
I pressed my fingers to my throat mic, “Charlie, Alpha, over,” I said hearing no response, “Charlie, this is Alpha, over.” Still nothing. “Bravo, this is Alpha. Nothing heard from our back up. I’ve got no movement in the structure so far. Keep trying the backup channel for 2 mikes (Minutes) and report back. I don’t want to go in blind.”
I got a “Roger” from Kathryn. Charlie was the S. A. S. chaps that MI-6 agent Joey Fisher lent us. She was supposed to be running the drone to help with surveillance. Maybe it was weather. This wouldn’t be the first time weather fucked up my night.
“Alpha, this is Bravo, no joy with Charlie,” I heard Kathryn say, “still show no movement from the north and west of the structure...nothing on thermals.”
I ran through possible scenarios in my head. Charlie was down the road, so no one would be driving up the road to the castle. The six of us were not seeing any movement, nothing on the thermal vision, it was like the place was empty.
“Bravo, I am going to recon,” I said into the mic, “everyone hold until I give the go.” I heard a rapid fire of TSK TSK in my earpiece as everyone acknowledged the order. I turned to Steph and Alexandra, “Stay here.” I whispered. They both nodded at me.
I continued to low crawl. The rain started coming down in sheets. My gear, consisting of body armor, light helmet, noise suppressed AR-15, magazines for the AR, my suppressed FN 5.7 on my thigh, my extra magazines for the pistol, long sleeve black tactical shirt and matching pants, felt like they weighed 50 pounds more than when the evening started. I made it to the southern edge of the ruined castle and got to my knees and then my feet. I kept my body low and hidden behind a crumbling wall. I entered, bringing my AR-15 up and I scanned around the empty room. A small amount of trash littered the room but it looked like it had been there for a while. Then my earpiece went static.
“Bravo, this is Alpha,” I said as I touched my throat mic...no response. “Bravo, Alpha, over,” I said again. Then I felt the muzzle of a pistol at the back of my neck.
*** Rural Virginia ***
A dark colored nondescript car sat on the corner of the residential street. The lone driver sat watching the house three down from where she sat. A car was coming down the road and she ducked down as the car passed and pulled into the driveway of the house she was watching. A blonde woman got out of the car and walked up to the front door. The door opened and a second slightly younger looking blonde answered the door. The night was quiet and the driver of the car down the street opened her window. She knew who both women were.
“Dawn,” Amie Chambers said, “what are you doing here?”
“What do you mean, what am I doing here?” Dawn Chambers asked, perplexed. “you texted me to come over...something about Justine.”
The woman sitting in her car three houses down pulled a small metal cylinder from the seat next to her. “Sorry Anna...” Vivian Christianson said, as she depressed the button.
BOOM!!!
The house exploded!
*** Miami***
Ewa and Noya rode up the elevator to the penthouse suite at the top of the Remington Hotel. A two-man security team met them at as they exited, asked for their purses and phones, and gave them a quick pat down for weapons. The door to the main living room opened and Katya Niochestski strode in wearing a scandalously skimpy blue cocktail dress with matching 3 inch heels.
“Welcome, welcome Ewa,” Katya said like Ewa and she were lifelong friends, “it is so good to meet you. I have been an admirer of you for some time.” She came in for an embrace and kiss on each cheek.
Ewa returned the hug and kisses, “Katya, rumors of your beauty did not do you justice. I am so glad we could meet and see what business we can do together.”
Katya paid little attention to Noya, assuming the other woman was a sample of what Ewa could bring to the table. They sat down and Katya poured some tea and handed a cup and saucer to Ewa.
“Now, Ewa,” Katya said, sitting back and crossing her luscious legs, “I am anxious to hear how you found out about me and how you can help me.”
Ewa went into her prepared speech about finding out about Katya’s dealings through the dark web and that she was funneling girls from Eastern Europe to the Middle East for the right price.
“You have most likely discovered that I have the ability to deliver an erotic assortment of girls from both here in the US and also my native Poland.” Ewa said smiling as she sipped tea, “There is a lot of money to be made, Katya, but we can’t have a repeat of Romania. Dead girls are no profit.”
Katya shrugged her shoulders, “My client wanted to see how far the girls would go when properly motivated. This client also had a few interesting things to say about you, dear Ewa.”
The hairs on the back of Ewa’s neck went up, but she tried to play it cool, “I have had many dealings with many people who like to remain in the shadows.”
“Not like this though,” Katya said rather coolly as she pulled a manila folder from under a couch cushion. She opened it and laid out pictures of Ewa with Bri, Anna Chambers, Olivia and Anna Mathews. “See, while your online persona and background were amazing, your true self is one who I would rather kill than work with.”
Ewa heard a click from behind her, from where Noya was standing. Ewa smiled at Katya, but the strange thing was, as Katya looked past Ewa to where the other woman was, she started smiling. Ewa slowly turned her head and Noya was pointing a small pistol, that she had hidden in a thigh holster, at Ewa’s head.
“Ewa,” Katya said sweetly, “I got all this from Vivian, from your boss. She was the client in Romania who wanted to see the girls fight to the death. She got off on it. She is already funneling girls to me from the US. I just happened to come onto the radar of your organization and you, along with some of your cohorts, are loose ends. No hard feelings, it is just business.”
Ewa closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable, then CRASH! She looked up to see Noya falling forward, a woman in glasses and pink hair was standing over her with a broken vase in her hands. It was Bri!
“GUARDS!” Katya screamed out and she scrambled back.
“I got the guards, you get the bitch!” Bri yelled out and grabbed the unconscious Noya’s gun.
Ewa rushed and tackled the running Katya around the waist and the two brunettes went down to the tile floor of the penthouse.
Ewa was on the brunettes back as Katya went tits first into the floor and slid a little, tearing her blue cocktail dress at the top. Ewa sat on Katya’s ass and grabbed two handfuls of hair, pulling back, making the Ukrainian scream out in pain as her back was bent. Katya reached back with her hands and sunk her nails into Ewa’s wrists, eliciting a scream of pain from her rival’s lips. Katya bucked her ass and Ewa went off to the side and the two dark haired beauties locked up with hands in each other’s hair and tangled bare legs.
The two men burst in and Bri brought the gun up and BANG! Blood and brain matter exploded from the nearest man’s head but the second guard tackled Bri around the waist and they went down in the doorway. Bri shot a knee up catching the guard between the legs and he groaned out. Bri followed up with a second knee to the balls and the man was curling up into a ball. The blonde put the gun to his head and BANG! Guard number two was as dead as the first. Bri turned around and she was kicked in the chest by the groggy Noya. The gun went flying.
There was blood dripping down Noya’s face from a cut on her head and her eyes were still glassy. She looked around for the gun when hands closed in around her throat. Bri tightened her hands and was set on throttling this bitch, but the Israeli Mossad agent jabbed her fingers into the armpit of Bri’s left arm. The blonde crumpled to the side. Noya noticed one of the guards was armed with a pistol and she went for it but as her hands grabbed it, another pair of hands grabbed and she and Bri started wrestling for the pistol. Both hands went high and Bri head butted Noya in the nose. There was an audible crunch and the young woman cried out. The gun went off three times into the ceiling as they continued to struggle for it. Bri head butted her again and lost her grip and went down to her back, but as she fell she kicked out with both feet, catching Bri in her chest, propelling the blonde a few feet away. Noya rolled to her knees and then got to her feet as she scrambled for the door with the falling Bri shooting wildly at her. Bullets splintered the door frame but none of them hit Noya as she got out the door and made it to the stairwell.
Ewa and Katya rolled wildly around the floor, hands pulling hair, scratching at scalps; their big tits press tightly together. Katya’s breasts were pretty much fully exposed from the fall. She rolled atop Ewa and banged her head into the floor, stunning the woman from Poland. Ewa’s hands left Katya’s hair but latched onto the dangling tits, digging in and twisting the globes. The big breasted Katya howling anguish and WAM! Bri slammed the butt of the pistol into the back of Katya’s head.
“We need to get out of here,” Bri said, pulling Ewa to her feet.
“How did you know???” Ewa asked, breathing hard.
“Computer shit I found,” Bri said her own breathing ragged, “A.P. and Grace are safe and are not bad guys. They are securing a different plane and we are getting out of here.” Bri and Ewa made it to the doorway, stepping over the two guards. Bri took out a smart phone from behind her back and pressed
some keys. The main elevator to the floor was stopped and she hit a few more and a service elevator opened in the back of the hallway. Bri and Ewa rushed in and the blonde grabbed her bag and handed Ewa a new passport.
“I can’t believe you came for me.” Ewa said looking into Bri’s eyes.
“I love you, Ewa,” Bri said, cupping Ewa’s chin, “I would walk through hell and back for you.” Then she kissed her girlfriend hard on the mouth.
The service elevator opened on the service entrance and Bri and Ewa exited to find Grace waiting in a black SUV.
“You two going my way?” Grace asked with a smile. “Don’t worry, A.P. already has a different aircraft fueled and headed for Canada. At least that was the flight plan he filed. How would you ladies like a quiet beach in Spain?”
*** Las Vegas ***
About the same time this was all happening, Leslie Smith was pulling into her driveway. She turned off the BMW and exited her car. The visit to the doctor went well. Everything was healed in her chest and she was given the go-ahead to start back up with her normal workout routines. What Leslie didn’t know was she had been followed for most of the day. Normally, Leslie Smith, former Law Enforcement SWAT officer, would have smelled the tail right away, but the assassin tracking was good, very good.
Sakura Sena watched her target enter the house and go through her nightly routine. The assassin was very patient. The woman paying her was very particular on how the deed would be done. A note with scribbled writing had been supplied, along with a description of how Leslie Smith was to be killed. It was to be a strangling. Sakura was to use a Taser to incapacitate her victim and then strangle her, strip her naked and leave the note on the night stand.
Leslie walked back into the living room, punched her code into the security system and walked back to bed. She paused in her bedroom to look at her body in the full length mirror. She let the short robe slide off her body and turned back and forth, admiring her body. She hadn’t lost any of her muscle tone being sidelined for the last few weeks. Her body was a wonderland. She smiled at the reflection and slid into bed.
Sakura was scanning for the code and got it when Leslie armed it before bed. She crept to the back door and remotely punched in the code and the door clicked open. Quietly, she entered, dressed all in black from head to toe. She had on night vision goggles, which lit up the darkened house like it was daytime. Slowly, methodically, Sakura moved down the hall to the last door on the right, the master bedroom. The door was open and the assassin peered in. There was a lump on the right side of the king size bed. She entered three paces into the room and pulled the taser from the small of her back. She aimed and pulled
the trigger. Long cords flew from the taser and latched themselves to the bedspread over the sleeping lump. Sakura depressed the trigger, sending a high voltage charge down the cords to her target. After a count of five, she walked to the bed, placed the note on the nightstand, and pulled back the covers....
To reveal three pillows lying there.
The lights came on and Sakura was momentarily blinded. She tore the goggles from her face and blinked until her eyes adjusted. Sitting in the recliner on the other side of the bedroom was a naked Leslie Smith, a small pistol in her hand, pointing it at the assassin.
“Did you really think you could come into my house and kill me?” Leslie said form the chair, “Lose the mask bitch. I can tell you are a woman from the tight clothes.”
Sakura calmly removed her black head covering mask, she dropped the mask to the floor of the bedroom and slicked her hair back. She stared with cold eyes at the woman in the chair. It was not every day that Sakura Sena had another person, let alone another woman, get the drop on her.
Leslie could see that the Asian woman standing before her was curvy and fit.
“So, did Vera Wong or that cow Tanaka send you?” Leslie asked, “Were they too scared to try and end me themselves?”
Sakura spit on the carpet at hearing those names, “Wong and Tanaka are traitors and if I see them, I kill them.” She said in heavily accented English.
“So who sent you then?” Leslie asked.
A silent Sakura just stared back at the sitting female.
“So the gun doesn’t scare you. That means you are a professional.” Leslie said, “I have dealt with pros in the past, so strip and I will beat the information out of you.”
Sakura Sena smiled and arched an eyebrow. This was a first for her. She had many kills under her belt, even some where both her and her target were nude, but nothing like this. This woman, Sakura thought, was quite full of herself. The woman, clad in black, started to strip. Her long black t-shirt came over her head and fell to the floor. Her black leggings came off next. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra and shook out a pair of breasts that rivaled Leslie’s in every way possible. She pulled down her black thong and kicked it to the pile of clothes.
Leslie stood and thumbed the magazine release on the pistol, dropping the magazine into her hand. She removed the bullets in the clip one by one, letting them fall to the floor. She pulled back the slide release
and ejected the bullet in the chamber of the pistol and watched it fall as she removed the slide from the gun and set the two pieces on the chair. She rushed the other Asian in the room.
The two busty Asians came together in a whirl of fists and kicks. Punches and chops from hands and kicks from legs were blocked with expert precision. They dodged and weaved like the two trained killers they were. Each woman did not let the fact that they were both naked affect how they fought. They circled in the large bedroom, ducking, blocking, throwing out a fist or kick with lightning speed; nothing found its mark though. Leslie and Sakura were growing more and more frustrated because it seemed they were fighting a clone of the other. Each backed off, breathing heavily from the exertion and starting to sweat.
“This shit is getting us nowhere, cxnt,” Leslie said between breaths, “let’s get dirty!”
“Kitane yariman, korosuzo(Japanese for You Dirty Whore, I Will Kill You)!!!” Sakura sneered as she
lunged.
This time the two busty Asians crashed tit to tit and latched hands in the other’s hair. They spun around twice and crashed to the carpeted floor. The nude, slick with sweat bodies writhed and wrestled for position as hands greedily yanked out clumps of hair. Leslie pushed her chest forward and was rewarded with a grunt as her big breasts slapped hard into Sakura’s large pair. The Japanese assassin opened her mouth and clamped her jaws down on her rival’s chin, eliciting as scream of pain from Leslie. To retaliate, the former cop reached in between them and latched onto Sakura’s big tits, squeezing the flesh in her fingers, nicking the skin with her nails.
“AAAAIIIEEEEEE!!!” Sakura screamed and released her bite. She reached in between them and grabbed on to Leslie’s bouncing pair and the two of them screamed in union as beautiful breasts were assaulted.
Leslie and Sakura continued to squeeze and demolish the other’s breasts as legs worked around hips and locked behind their firm asses. The fleshy labia lips came into contact but not in a friendly “Let’s fuck each other to see who is better” way; they slammed cxnts together, each time harder than the last. It was brutal. It was painful. They bit at the other’s lips and mouth. Blood started to drip into the valleys created by their big tits. Their catball of hate had them rolling over and over, locked in a naked struggle for dominance. Sakura’s back hit something hard and plastic. It was her Taser. She let go of Leslie’s boobs and grabbed it as they rolled and pushed it into the left side of her rival and pulled the trigger. The voltage coursed through both of their bodies and they shook and spasmed in agony. They broke apart and rolled away from each other.
The Japanese assassin found her small bag and was reaching for the garrote to strangle Leslie, but as she looked over her shoulder, she noticed the former law enforcement officer putting the pistol back together. Sakura dropped the garrote and ran for the door just as Leslie got the pistol with a single round in the chamber and fired. The bullet hit the door frame, missing the escaping woman by an inch. Leslie dropped the pistol and lunged for the left side of the bed and the hide away safe underneath. She came back up with a different pistol, this one fully loaded and moved toward the door to the bedroom. She heard a crash from the back door in the kitchen. Leslie raced down the hall, pistol in her hand, wanting so much to
shoot this bitch. She slid to a stop in the kitchen and looked through the broken window to see a dark figure vaulting over the fence into her neighbor’s back yard.
“FUCK!” Leslie yelled out in frustration. She ran back into her room and grabbed her go bag from the closet. She dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans. She checked the contents of the bag. Two changes of clothing, her passport, $5,000 in cash and 4 different pre-paid cards with another $10,000 if needed. There was a burner flip phone in the side compartment and a charger for the phone next to it. She had a few contacts she could call. The last location she had on me was London, so that’s where she was going to go.
*** Near the Irish Sea, Ireland***
Hands pulled off my throat mic and removed my earpiece. A knife cut the strap of my AR-15 and my pistol was removed from my thigh holster.
“Turn around,” a voice commanded me.
I turned to see Alexandra Little and Steph Gibby with silenced pistols pointed at me. The pistols looked to be extras because they original gear was in its place in holsters. I glanced left and right. I noticed an open part to the broken wall was to my left and that faced toward the sea. To my right, was an opening no bigger than my head and it was at chest level. There was a blind spot and Bravo team would not be able to see me.
“Why?” I asked as my hands were out to my sides.
“She paid more for us to do this.” Alexandra said, “That, and you killed my friend. Remember Anna? You broke her neck.”
Alexandra nodded at Steph and the blonde came forward with a smart phone. There was a video keyed up. “Press play, bitch,” Steph said.
I pressed play. Vivian Christianson came into view and sat down. Then she started to speak.
“Anna, you are too good. That is what this really boils down to. I thought that hiring you to take out competition for me would be a good thing. The problem was your team, with you leading it, was too good, too smart. You weren’t supposed to save me from Sandra Purr and her girls. I had already made a deal with Lana Kendrick and Ashley Tyler. Once we had gotten away from the compound, they would turn on Sandra and I would be left out for you all to find me. But you and your heroics fucked that up for me! So I had to change the time table on new things. I had to arrange for Ms. Kendrick and Ms. Tyler to be let out of the CIA black site. A few good agents died when they escaped. And Sandra Purr, well she is
in the deepest, darkest whole that Director Gold can put her in. Now we come down to you and your friends and family. If my calculations are correct, and they are.... Let’s see, Ewa is dead in a Miami hotel, your friend Leslie Smith is dead in her house in Vegas, Bri and Anna Mathews were killed in a robbery gone wrong. Oh your teammates, minus the pair talking with you are about to be killed by the new IRA. And as icing on the cake, your family in Virginia, well there was a gas leak at your sister Amie’s home, it just so happened that your other sister, Dawn, came over. Well, the explosion destroyed that house and the ones next door as well. I am afraid there are no survivors. Take heart Anna, you will see them all soon,... goodbye.”
I was surprised I didn’t shake. I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel remorse. Not right now, right now, I needed to figure out a way out of the current situation. I heard the trucks coming.
“That would be the IRA,” Alexandra said, the pistol still leveled at me, “Agent Fisher and the S. A. S. have already left. There is no back up. They received other orders after we left.”
Outside of the broken down castle, Olivia looked between Amal and Kathryn, “Something is wrong,” Olivia said over the storm, “now we have zero comms with Alpha and there are trucks coming down the road and they are not British Special Operations troops.”
Amal felt her cell phone buzz in her cargo pants. She fished the phone out and looked at the screen. “We need to get the fuck out of here now! We are burned.”
Burned is a universal term used by spec ops and intelligence operatives alike. It means you are on your own. There is no back up, no help and if you don’t move your ass, you are dead.
“Who the fuck called you on an op?” Olivia shouted, pissed off.
“Olivia,” Amal said too calmly for what both Kathryn and Olivia were feeling right now, “there is no op! We were set up. If we don’t get out of here, we are dead. Your mom will be getting the same message and she and the rest of Alpha will be getting out too. We will be moving now.”
Amal took off her comms gear and tossed it 10 feet away from them. Kathryn and Olivia did the same. Not more than 5 seconds after they did, the spot where the gear landed was lit up with machine gun fire.
“Kathryn,” Olivia said, “toss a flashbang as far as you can towards the castle, maybe it will draw the fire.”
Kathryn Vargas grabbed the flashbang, pulled the pin and threw it as hard as she could. The devise hit the ground went off in a loud bang and flash of light. Immediately, small arms and machine gun fire hit the spot where it landed. The three women crawled swiftly to the tree line where they started from.
On a hilltop over a half mile away from the castle, two figures lay prone. One looked through a telescopic lens, her green hair slicked back against her head. She ran calculations of wind, rain, temperature, barometric pressure and distance in her head as the other woman sighted in her custom Cobalt Kinetics Overwatch-XL.
“Numbers, Chloe,” the woman said.
“4 left and 2 up, left to right at 17, Vanessa,” Chloe said confidently.
Vanessa Lothbrook, assassin for hire, clicked the top of her side telescopic sight as her young companion told her and watched the sight find her target. She slowed her heart beat, slowed her breathing, she squeezed the trigger gently and....
Alexandra brought the pistol up leveled it at my head. I didn’t close my eyes, I just glared at her. Then WHAM!!! I was hit in the chest by an invisible sledge hammer and was thrown through the wall in back of me. It crumbled. I heard the shot a second later. The bullet hit my tactical vest with my ballistics plates and was stopped. I knew I had broken ribs, but I was alive. Whoever shot me was either really sloppy or really fucking good. And whoever shot me, was starting to open up on the bad guys in the trucks outside.
I always, and I mean always try and carry a backup pistol or knife or lead sap. This time, luckily, I remembered to tuck a Walther PQQ sub compact 9 MM into the small of my back. I had 16 rounds in the pistol but no extra magazine, so I needed to make these count.
At the tree line, Amal, Kathryn and Olivia watched as a sniper from an unknown position started killing the IRA bad guys. Olivia pulled out a pair of binoculars from her vest and looked through them. She was scanning back and forth, trying to get a count of bad guys and how many were left; then her eyes caught a figure crouching behind a broken wall from inside the ruins of the castle. It was her mother.
“I see mom!!!” Olivia exclaimed and handed the binoculars to Amal, “We have to help her!” With that, Olivia shouldered her AR-15 and ran towards the carnage.
“OLIVIA WAIT!!!” screamed Amal and Kathryn in union (unison). They moved to follow but the screaming alerted some of the IRA and they turned to fire at the two left in the tree line, Amal and Kathryn dove for cover.
The ground kicked up around Olivia as she sprinted towards her mother; she could hear the bullets wiz past or see them kick up the dirt and grass around her, but her whole focus was towards the castle. A burly IRA henchman stepped out in front of her from behind a stopped truck. Olivia slowed only to put two rounds into his chest and one to his head before she resumed her sprint.
On the hill overlooking the battle, Vanessa moved her rifle to bear down on the running figure, preparing to fire; then she watched the woman take out a man with a rifle. Her finger relaxed and moved off the trigger. She turned her head to her companion next to her.
“Chloe, be a dear and contact Rachel and tell her to get the boat in position,” Vanessa said.
“On it,” Chloe answered back as she grabbed a radio.
Inside the castle, I put my pistol over the broken wall and fired three times. I heard rounds answer back and hit the wall where my hand was. Then I heard a “What the fuck are you doing here” and I peeked my head up for a quick glance. Next to Alexandra and Steph was none other than Hitomi Tanaka, the massive titted body guard of Vera Wong. She was holding a shotgun and saw my face and aimed and fired as I ducked back down. Part of the wall exploded and I had less space to duck down. Another round from her shotgun tore even more of the wall away. Then something small was hurled into the space where the bitches shooting at me were.
BOOM!!!
Alexandra saw the grenade just before it went off and tried to dive out of the way, but the concussion of the blast slammed her into a stone wall behind her. Steph was in the same boat, but she also caught some shrapnel to her legs as she was slammed into a wall, her unconscious form sliding to the earth. Olivia vaulted over the wall and kicked the shot gun out of Hitomi’s hands. The busty Asian pulled my daughter in close and head butted her. Olivia fell back and lost the grip on her rifle.
Hitomi Tanaka advanced on the prone woman, but took a right foot to her pussy as Olivia kicked up. The Asian woman crumpled to her knees. My daughter got to her feet and grabbed Hitomi by the hair and slugged her once in the nose. I could hear the nose break. Blood ran freely from the kneeling woman but she smiled and surged forward, taking her and Olivia down to the wet earth. Hitomi grabbed Olivia’s tactical vest and started pulling her with it. The smaller woman hit the quick release on the vest and Hitomi fell forward with the empty vest in her hands. Olivia pounced on top of the busty Asian.
Hands grabbed at dark, wet hair as the pair rolled violently back and forth. Fists punched at sides, teeth were barred to bite at faces. The lightning in the sky just illuminated their warring forms. Hitomi grabbed Olivia’s shirt and used it to pick her up and slam her to the ground. My daughter arched her hips, moving her legs around Hitomi’s head and left arm. Olivia pulled on the arm to make it go straight and she locked her ankles behind Hitomi’s head. The Asian’s eyes went wide as her neck and arms were being crushed in between the younger woman’s thighs. Olivia moved her legs slightly and clamped down hard as she pulled the arm and CRUNCH!
Olivia released the now dead Hitomi Tanaka and let the woman’s body slump to the floor. She got up and looked around between me and now rising Alexandra.
I was smiling until I saw Alexandra rise and then I realized that Olivia didn’t know! “OLIVIA!!!” I screamed out.
Olivia saw the look of alarm in my eyes and turned back as Alexandra plunged her knife in between Olivia’s ribs. My daughter looked in confusion at her teammate. But she still head-butted Alexandra and pushed away, stumbling towards me. I grabbed my daughter under the arm and we moved as fast as we could towards the cliffs.
Olivia was coughing blood as we reached the cliff. “No you don’t!” I screamed, “You fucking stay with me!”
Olivia smiled at me through blood stained teeth, “Don’t be a fucking pussy!” She said coughing more. She glanced back and saw the grenade sailing in our direction.
There was no sound. It was like the rain stopped, the gunfire stopped and all I could hear was the shallow breathing of my daughter. Olivia put herself between the grenade and me.
“I love you, mom.” My daughter said.
BOOOM!!!!
Amal watched in horror as Anna Chambers and her daughter were blown over the cliff and down to the rocky shore 200 feet below. Rage overtook her and she started moving out firing at anything moving. When her rifle clicked empty, Amal pulled her pistol out and continued to fire. Kathryn grabbed her, hauling her back as rounds kicked up the ground around them.
“We have to go. NOW!” Kathryn screamed over the gunfire. Amal reluctantly followed her team mate back to the tree line. But as they neared, a line of men dressed all in black, rifles at the ready popped up from unseen positions.
“DO NOT MOVE!” Was shouted at them. Both women got onto their knees and put their hands up. Weapons and gear were stripped from their bodies and both were zip tied and bags were put over their heads. They were lead to a group of vans further in the tree line and thrown roughly in.
Amal’s hood was torn off and the face of MI-6 agent Joey Fisher came into focus. “Where is Anna Mathews?” Joey asked, hauling Amal up by her hair.
“Go fuck yourself!” Was the answer Joey got back.
The hood went back on as Agent Fisher talked with her men. “Take them to the safe house outside Dublin. I want Anna Mathews to come looking for them. I want that cxnt’s head on a platter.”
Inside the castle, Alexandra pulled out a phone and punched in a number.
“Anna Chambers and Olivia Trasker are dead,” the redhead said into the phone, “Unfortunately Hitomi Tanaka is dead as well.”
“That is too bad,” Vivian Christianson said on the other line, “come back to Vegas. We have much more to plan. Anna Mathews, Ewa Sonnet, Sabrina Nicole, Leslie Smith, and A.P. and his lady friend eluded death for now. When I find out where they are, you will hunt them down for me.”
Epilogue
The last thing I remembered was Olivia grabbing me in a hug and then a flash of light. I sat up and looked around. I was in a field of green grass. The sun was shining and I was fully dressed in my tactical gear, minus any weapons. I didn’t feel any pain which was weird because I knew I should be. There was a glint on the horizon and I felt compelled to walk toward it. I got closer and closer and it was a large golden gate. Oh no! I didn’t have a sense of time. I just remembered walking toward it and then I was standing in front of a podium next to the gate. I looked from the podium to the gate and when I looked back, there was a woman standing at the podium, tall, blonde, beautiful.
“I don’t see any wings or a halo,” I joked, “maybe I am in the wrong place.”
“Anna Lauren Chambers,” the woman said in strong voice, “born March 17, 1975 to Richard and Joyce Chambers. Mother of Olivia Trasker. No, Anna Chambers, you are in the right place. And this isn’t heaven.”
“Well, fuck me!”
The End...or is it?
