M. Four blocks from the Russians, Linda slipped into a vacant alley and dressed in black. Black stretch pants, black pullover and shoes. She donned he... black ski-mask and gloves. She didn’t bring her purse or any identification. She did have her hotel room key-card and some money. She also wore a black backpack that she’d bought that same afternoon. She stuffed her regular clothes into the backpack. She would change back into them after the mission.Everyone knows their job. Say it, Mouse, . Watching her reflection in the glass I could see that her nipples were plainly visible through the material. She stood like this for a couple of minutes before one of the builders opposite noticed. He stared across at her for a while, probably not believing his eyes, before waving across one of his colleagues. As they both stood and watched Jay, she turned to face me and slowly reached behind, running both hands seductively over her buttocks as she let her top fall free from her shoulders. She. ‘Keep walking—just ahead of me.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ She gulped. ‘And be ready to do as I say.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ We carried on walking, the voices getting closer and closer. There seemed to be a couple of different female voices and a couple of male as well. We still couldn’t really hear what they were saying, but the voices were young and exuberant. We could never see more than a few yards ahead of ourselves as we walked along the path, and it was hard to judge just how close they were. I wanted to let. The first would be there kindness to anyone they meet so long as they haven’t done anything that would have led them to being a criminal. Second was the beauty of the Smith women with some thought to be given with plastic surgery or pure luck. And final thing or more specifically the person was their adopted child, Marcus who they taken in at such a young age.Marcus was born into a family that didn’t want him because of the financial problems he would bring. Immediately after he was born he was.