I Challenge You to Challenge Me to Write
I sat on the bench we have used for years. I looked at the trash can the was closet a Starbucks cup discarded but the steam still rising. If there was none targeted for the week the cup would be dunkin but today a target was selected.
I reached under the bench And sure enough there was the letter.
Opening the envelope was the target dossier along with some surveillance photos.
A good profile pic of the target I instantly recognized. This would allow the target to be selected in a crowd. My fingers start to caress the arch of the trigger on the 9mm pistol in anticipation.
The next photo the target with a young Asian coed. Well he thought she was a coed seority girl. She was wrapped around him in in throws of passion.
Reading the letter was the transcript of the lovers talking she was a mathmatics student. And you had to impress her with your knowledge of cryptography.
His heart raced
The phrase terminated was the bottom of the Dossier
Blood splattering the letter as the snipers round penetrated his skull.
She released her finger from the arch of the trigger as she watch his body slump over.
Her first assignment complete. She undid her pony tail and let her jet black hair fall around her small Asian frame.
She still remembered his scent the way he felt inside her.
Next week she would sit on the bench. And hope it would be a dunkin Cup in the trash.
I reached under the bench And sure enough there was the letter.
Opening the envelope was the target dossier along with some surveillance photos.
A good profile pic of the target I instantly recognized. This would allow the target to be selected in a crowd. My fingers start to caress the arch of the trigger on the 9mm pistol in anticipation.
The next photo the target with a young Asian coed. Well he thought she was a coed seority girl. She was wrapped around him in in throws of passion.
Reading the letter was the transcript of the lovers talking she was a mathmatics student. And you had to impress her with your knowledge of cryptography.
His heart raced
The phrase terminated was the bottom of the Dossier
Blood splattering the letter as the snipers round penetrated his skull.
She released her finger from the arch of the trigger as she watch his body slump over.
Her first assignment complete. She undid her pony tail and let her jet black hair fall around her small Asian frame.
She still remembered his scent the way he felt inside her.
Next week she would sit on the bench. And hope it would be a dunkin Cup in the trash.
