The Liquidation List Part 1 by Jake Black

The Liquidation List Part One

 

D.O.O.M. London HQ. 21st September 2006 21.15 hrs

 

“This is amazing Quai Jin, excellent work. Names, descriptions, covers, even some notes on routine. More than we’d dared hope.”

 

“Thank you, it was…a pleasure.”

 

“I’m sure.” The tall, strong woman looked the petite agent up and down, smiling. “With this info we can wipe out the B.O.D.Z. presence in London, but we must be careful, we must plan. They’re strong here and we can’t afford any mistakes. I’ll send the info back to GHQ. They’ll draw up a plan, a liquidation list, then we’ll hit them all at once and prevent any counter attack.”

 

“Just as you say.”

 

 

Hampstead Heath, North London 23rd September 2006 19.08 hrs

 

As he jogged through the wooded parkland Agent Grant pulled off his sweat top. It was unseasonably warm and he realised he’d over dressed for his evening training run. He held to top in his hand as he carried on, now dressed only in trainers and mid calf lycra shorts. In the bushes a couple of gay guys paused to look him up and down before moving into cover for their evening’s exercise. Grant always took the attention he received, from men or women, as a compliment on the care he took of his body.

 

At a shade over six feet of elegant muscle with blonde hair, hazel eyes and a strong but cute face he received a lot of attention. His smooth, gym fit body was glistening with sweat now, from his broad shoulders to his sculpted, narrow waist. He brushed the sweat from his brow, pushing his hair back when he stopped. Away to the right, on the edge of the tree line was a little girl playing with a yo-yo. She was in a school uniform and could hardly be more than 8 or 9. Ever the Boy Scout, Grant approached her, worried about her being in the park as night fell. He squatted down before her and flashed his best smile.

 

“Hi little girl, are you lost? It’s late for you to be out alone, it’s not safe.”

 

“Indeed not Agent Grant.”

 

It all happened in seconds. Grant’s eyes widened as he realised his mistake, tiny though the girl was her face betrayed her age, more like 28 than 8 a cruel smile played across her lips as she spun the yo-yo up and down. She was dressed and made up to look like a girl but a cold tight feeling in his gut told Grant that she was a D.O.O.M. agent.

 

“Unnhh!”

 

Before he could even straighten up from his crouching position she struck. The yo-yo hit him right between the eyes, stunning him for a moment, just long enough for the assassin to swiftly wrap the string around his strong neck, twisting him round, keeping him off balance as she dragged him back undercover.

 

“OougghhhKK!”

 

He was much stronger than her, fit and well trained in many deadly arts, but it was already too late. The string bit deep, cutting off his air. His arms flailed wildly. His body tight against her slight form now, he tried but couldn’t reach back to strike her. Eyes bulging as his handsome face turned red, his mouth open in a futile attempt to breathe.

 

“Onnhh yeahh Agent Grant, fight me…make it last..mhh”

The feel of his body writhing against hers excited Cobra. She wrapped her legs around him as she exerted more pressure, almost riding her victim as he bucked and jerked. Her delicate foot stroking his now throbbing cock through thin lycra. Gradually, his jerking became slower.

 

Then, as if a switch had been turned off, his arms fell to his sides. The long bulge in his skin tight lycra shorts spasmed and white cum seeped through the thin material.

 

“Khhhhooogghh…”

 

The death rattle in his ruined throat told Cobra that her part of the operation was done. She leaned back, releasing the deadly cord, letting the stud muffin’s body flop back onto her, stroking the now cooling muscles.

 

To be cont…