Spanish Fly in the Guacamole Dip! E-Book

Curtis L Fong

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Messiah is back that sexy She-Spy from France.  In an all new spy adventure called The Spanish Fly in the Guacamole Dip. Must read adventure.

Leseprobe

Curtis L Fong

Spanish Fly in the Guacamole Dip!

Another Messiah Spy Adventure

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The Episode

Manette Majai Messiah was in slumber having pleasant dreams. About last night's time on the town. She did some partying, bar hopping even though she only drank virgin screwdrivers. She never ever drank hard liquer of any kind, not even wine. She believed, it slowed one's reflexes, impaired one's judgement and one's reaction time would be retarded, after all even a split- second too late meant the difference between life or death. The night before, she meet a tall dark handsome island man-child, who was well built from the active island lifestyle of eating the local cuisine, swimming and surfing in the clear blue virgin ocean water. It was just loving, caring, lust and pleasure after all, just a fling to workout the tensions of being a troubleshooter for The French government. After all, she was only twenty-one years old, not ready for a real relationship with a serious male partner. She wasn't ready to share herself or her deep dark secrets with a man or any men. She fucked on her own time and not on the job or mission and surely not on Director's C.A.T's time maybe for God and country, Viva La France.  She was a new breed, a troubleshooter not a spy or soldier not even a commando but a jack-of-all-trades great at every facet of the spycraft and warcraft and was qualified in all the specialized fields of training required to be a troubleshooter and to complete the necessary jobs or missions. She was given jobs or missions to either prevent or fix a problem or remove it permanently, at her discretion. All of a sudden, Manette woke up from slumber. She turn over to her right side to touch, her island boy toy. She touched  him and opened her eyelids to expose her deep blue cold eyes. She didn't freak out or cry out loud. After all she was trained to deal with death especially removing people and sending them to hell. She even didn't vomit or feel sick to her stomach, at the sight and smell of the dead flesh of her island boy toy. There was a little stream of red blood slowly beginning to dry near his head and body. He was given a lethal injection of  an unknown substance, from an unknown origin. Manette could tell it cause rupture of blood vessels and hemorrhage leading to stroke. By the blood coming from the island boy's mouth and lips which was also discolored and buttocks. The fact, he couldn't warn Manette, of danger. She deducted, it was Tetraodontidae  neurotoxin. What a waste of a young island man-hunk. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted nothing lasted forever. It couldn't be a set-up or the authorities would have knocked on her hotel room door. The island police would know it was a set-up, as well.  One thing, she knew to take care of business at hand, pronto or immediatement. The three things were:

1.Despose of dead body and sanitize the hotel room.

2.Get the hotel security camera video.

3.To do a Harry Houdini and vanish like a puff of smoke.