EPISODE 15
1153 Words
I was working out when I heard a soft knock on my door, which took my attention away from my activity.
I was completing one hand balancing press up, about to beat my previous high score of 237, and was already on 225 with a strong chance of beating it as I felt renewed strength gyrating through my body.
When I'm in a good mood or have a thrilling mission experience, I always acquire that kind of strength.
Like when I completed my first assignment, which was a fantastic one.
It entailed slicing through a Russian Mafia transaction with a wealthy and tush thug from Stardom.
A deal involving the exchange of 30 kilograms of cocaine for $30 million, which was carefully organized in two briefcases carried by the Russian Mafia's PA.
The transaction was to take place in a single state in Stardom, near a port.
Guards stood next to each car as rails of black automobiles queued up from two directions, each facing the other.
I hid behind a freight container and watched them with my binoculars.
The deal has to be completed before 12 p.m. sharp.
When I looked at my watch, it said 11:54 a.m.
My bike was positioned a few meters away, waiting for me to jump on it quickly and shoot intermittently as I got the coke box, while another agent, whom I knew nothing about, was assigned to the duty of retrieving the money.
As the targets exited the car at 12 o'clock on the dot, one of the automobile's doors from each direction opened.
They were flanked by someone carrying briefcases.
On his end, the latter had white guards, whilst the Stardomian had guards of mixed race.
He strolled down to meet the Russian, who was stationed at the nose of the car that had taken the initiative in the arrangement.
They gently shook hands and spoke a few remarks nearly in hushed tones.
I was on my bike in a flash, and I had two guns with me: an ak47 and a retreat gun.
When I got closer to them, I started shooting irregularly, and they all took cover behind their cars. I spotted the guy with the coke box trying to attack a car as well, so I shot him in the thigh, and he fell to the ground, dropping the box.
As the bike wheel screeched against the rough tiled road, I grabbed the handbrake tightly.
Just as I was ready to jump on my bike and grab the box, I noticed a swarm of weapons pointing at me, with bullets flying towards me from the box.
I quickly placed my left leg on the ground, bending the bike slightly as my buttock hit the road as I sped out of sight that way, I quickly turned my bike when I was out of the danger zone as I rode back to the danger sight, they were ready to shoot at me again and I was sure of it, so I brought out a remote from my pocket and when I was cleared on its proximity, I hit the remote and two cars exploded, distracting them as survivors of the explosion ran to save their lives
I pressed the trigger on my withdrawal gun to claim my prize, and a long thin strong metallic rope came out of it and hit the box, spilling some white powder out of it.
The briefcase dangled on the ground behind me as I rode the bike, and it hit the ground with a thud.
As I quickly turned my bike to flee, I drew a dark skeptically scribbled C on the road.
I snatched the case from the ground and clutched it tightly in one hand as I picked at the bike's clutch, propelling it forward as the engine roared louder like a hungry lion who had just lost a game.
Because of the smoke that emerged from the explosion, I couldn't see my front very clearly.
As I nosed my way up the hazy road, I turned on the bike light.
I abruptly stopped acting on an instinctual warning.
I took a breather while I worked hard to quiet the foggy-like smoke.
When the smoke had died down a little, I exclaimed.
In front of me, I noticed a battalion.
Their cars had blocked the road, and they were all standing in front of them with large rifles in their hands.
I wasn't sure if they could see me, but I could plainly see them.
They've blocked the only way out, which is through the road they've blocked.
The path backward leads to the large body of water.
I got off the bike and unhooked the skate that was fastened to the back tire.
I put the bike on auto, unplugged the fuel shock to allow the gasoline in it to flow freely, and then let it ride freely towards them.
The sound of a gunshot was shortly heard, and the bike detonated in accordance with my plan.
When the sound of gunshots had died down, I skated quickly towards the direction the bike had taken.
I saw two guys inspecting the bike, and before they could figure out what was coming for them, two bullets were embedded in their heads.
The remainder, oblivious to what had transpired and somewhat blinded by the misty-like flame, began shooting irregularly, but I was already skating my way to triumph with the case clutched tightly in my hand.
Though I've been on many interesting missions, I consider that one to be the finest since, despite my lack of expertise at the time, I was still able to complete the task on a bright idea.
According to my calculations to determine my true age, I should be 16 years old.
I came to a halt in my workout as I grabbed a tiny white towel to wipe the perspiration from my face. The white singlet I was wearing was already dirty from the sweat, so I took it off leaving only the knee bound shot I was wearing.
I draped the towel over my shoulder, allowing it to hang down on both sides of my neck at the same time.
As I opened the door by Jasmine, I let out a gasp.
"Are that eight parks?" she inquired, her sight drawn to my midsection.
"Oops, my apologies," she abruptly apologized as she regained control.
"I'm done with my work for the day, so I decided to pop by to say hello," she remarked calmly.
"Thank you," I said courteously.
"Can I come in?" she asked reasonably. "You're free to," I replied, shifting from the entrance of the door to let her passage in, chuckling softly as I already understood her goal, but should I give in to her because I'm in a good mood and I really need a pu**y to calm down the pounding of my d**k?
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