Fortunately, the shapely Constable was not under her direct supervision as she worked directly for the Embassy command center.I knew I was treading on...thin ice because both of my primary operations had failed with spectacular and disastrous results. In the first case, it was more just the confluence of bad luck and unexpected turn of events but in the last project, I had purposely sabotaged the operation because the collateral damage would have been much too costly for my squeamish belly.My. Incredible. How could she do this to herself almost every night? What went through her head when she did this? What kind of degraded, perverted thoughts could keep a nasty little slut like her going for so long, so often, so actively?I need to fuck that again, he often told himself. But he couldn't. He'd made a promise. He risked everything if he did. But still... "Torch!"George turned his head away from the 2 x 4 he was supposed to be cutting."What's the matter, Torch?" his short, squat little. Alamensara Zimri, was complicit in the assassination of the girl. The mother, of course, did not testify – no woman had ever testified in that particular court. The shame to the family honor was just too great to be borne.They came back after a two day trial with ‘Not Guilty of a Crime.’The subject of what to do to the Zimri family had been under discussion by Armis, Io, the mercenary group, and pair of SEAL officers. One thing they were unanimous about: send the women of the team. The final. "Tea, or me," she purred."Both," he returned in a broken voice. Still somewhat overwhelmed by the events that brought him to this small one room dwelling, he surveyed its well-worn and meager contents. The bed, next to a semi-obscure widow that was opened into the drafty alleyway, had seen much better days with the thick moth-eaten comforter barely masking the telltale slump in the middle of the mattress. The bathroom next to the bed reeked of stagnant water, and bore a small cracked mirror.