Assassin Affairs (24 page)

“Of
course! I thought I proved that when I shot and killed those two.”

A few
nights later, as Jessie, Renée and Julie slept soundly
together in Jessie's cabin, they were awakened in their dark room by
a surprise guest.

“You
guys would be dead right now if you weren't my friends!”

“Oh
my God, Ashley! How the hell did you find us? What are you doing
here?” asked Jessie.

“Your
perimeter is totally vulnerable. Daffy Duck could get in here. I
liked your photo that you sent me and took it as a personal
invitation to find you. It wasn't hard. All I had to do was look at
the picture's background and check news stories to figure out you
were in Thailand. Once I was in the country, it was just a matter of
asking around in the right places. It was too pitifully easy. Who's
the new kid?”

“This
is Julie, my new trainee,” said Jessie.

“Jess,
your breasts have filled out nicely. Two more inches?” Ashley
asked, holding one in her hand.

“Yeah,
thirty-fours now.”

“Word
has it there will be some mercenaries coming this way. Laura told me
when she heard I was coming for a visit. She and her gang are now the
top-rated ones on the entire U.S. West Coast! Guess who one of the
two teams is that got offered the contract to get you guys?”
Laura was the fourth member of their bisexual assassin group.

“Oh
what a small world we live in,” said Renée. “Is
she coming after us?”

“Of
course. If she didn't take the contract, it would have gone to
someone else less friendly, and she sees it as an opportunity to look
in on her son Richard and the other missionaries. She'll try to stall
the other team, impede the search, but based on how easily I got
here, you need to get the hell out of Dodge soon. What do I get for
helping you?” Ashley asked, checking out Julie's young body. “I
need to unwind after my trek here. Why don't you two go back to sleep
while your girl tends to my needs?”

“Okay.
Julie, go with Ashley. We want her smiling when we get up. See you
both in the morning.”

Later at
breakfast, Ashley commented “Your girl gives good face. You two
are clearly training her for more than killing.”

“Of
course. She's off to a good start with both. She's already got two
kills.”

“Very
nice.”

“By
the way, Ashley, what's this I hear about you and Sherry?”
Jessie asked.

“That
night we spent together after we kidnapped her was so good that I
went back for seconds. The submissive maid routine had been so much
fun with Joanna, that I decided to try it again with Sherry. The
problem is that she's so intimidated by me, it's more the other way
around; she's the submissive boss. Her inattentive husband is so much
in his own little world that I have fun with it. The other day, I was
preparing a grocery shopping list in their dining room and he was
busy reading his newspaper only ten feet away. I suggestively rolled
my tongue at Sherry and motioned for her to crawl under the
tablecloth and do me under the table. Just as I was on the verge of
an orgasm, he comes over and starts making requests of things for me
to add to the list. He said he was pleased I seemed so happy with my
job, but he had no idea it was his wife who was making me smile!”

They all
laughed robustly.

“I've
been helping her out with her boutique business and have found that I
really like it. It may become a partnership,” said Ashley.

“How
involved is her husband with the business?” asked Renée.

“He's
hardly involved with anything. They don't even have sex anymore. She
just increased his life insurance coverage and has hinted to me that
she'd like him killed. She figures she'd lose half their assets in
any divorce, plus all the attorney's fees, but if he has an
'accident', she gets everything plus the insurance money. Everything
seems to be falling into place there for me, business partnership,
submissive girlfriend, and the potential sharing of a large death
benefit.”

Jessie
excused herself and went outside to inform Gus and the guards of the
approaching highly-trained mercenaries and of her plan to wrap things
up by morning.

Gus
gathered everyone together in the center of the compound.

“Do
to a change of plans, we're going to have a special party. Your new
hostess Renée told me earlier of her special pastime of
creating unplanned, extra-marital affairs and pregnancies. In
appreciation of all the help she has given us, we're going to indulge
her today with an orgy. Any female hostage not enthusiastically
participating will see a loved one die.”

He didn't
tell them that they were on the verge of being rescued by
mercenaries. By now, everyone's willpower had been drained and they
gave in to his demands. As the party progressed, and everyone was
occupied cooperating, Renée walked around to supervise the
activities.

“Oh,
thank you, Gus! You have no idea how much this thrills me! You're an
inspiration the way you manipulate people!”

“Thanks,
babe. Once our lives become more settled, and we're not both so
distracted entertaining guests, perhaps you can show me your
appreciation in a more personal way.”

“Yes,
Master,” she said teasingly.

In the
early morning, she packed light, taking only her essentials and some
weapons. The surviving guests were loaded onto the cargo truck, bound
for Bangkok. The guards were mostly locals and many chose to remain,
feeling they could easily blend in with the villagers. Jessie bade
farewell to her remaining comrades and grabbed her pack. Gus fired up
the old war-torn chopper, as Jessie distributed M-16s and AK-47s to
her partners. They gave Julie a crash course in how to use them as
they boarded the helicopter.

“Are
you sure you want to entrust your sex toy with an automatic weapon,
Jess?” Ashley asked. “What's to stop her from shooting us
all in the back and letting them rescue her?”

“Everybody
saw me murder two other hostages!” Julie shouted back, in her
own defense. “I'd be facing a death sentence. I'm committed to
this lifestyle. I've made my bed and I'm prepared to lie in it!”

Ashley
nodded her okay.

Unfortunately,
they had waited too long and as they lifted off, bullets began
hitting the metal surrounding them. Gus took a round in his shoulder
and lost control of the craft. Jessie seized the stick as the engine
began to sputter and she promptly saw why. The fuel gauge was on 'E'!

“Damn
it, Gus! Why didn't you keep some petrol in this thing?!”

He could
only moan as more gunfire began pelting the cabin area around them.
With what fumes of fuel she had left, Jessie circled around the
compound to better see what they were up against. They observed a
group of four mercenaries, led by a heavyset Asian woman, and then
set the bird down in a clearing a hundred yards outside the camp.

“You
guys, we have two options,” Jessie informed her group. “I
keep a thirty-two foot speed boat in the harbor. It's probably too
far to make it there safely on foot under these circumstances. We can
either go for it, or get some fuel for the chopper. The only gasoline
within five miles is in our camp.”

“Let's
kick some ass!” exclaimed a charged-up Ashley. The others
nodded in agreement.

When they
approached the site, the guards were being shot and the prisoners
interviewed.

“Those
guys have gear to detect body heat,” said Ashley.

“I
see night vision goggles, too,” said Renée. “Let's
spread out and make our move.”

A few
minutes later, the group charged the compound from multiple
directions simultaneously, firing off a massive amount of automatic
gunfire. They took out one of the mercenaries, but were soon pinned
down. Things were beginning to look bleak, when suddenly the tide
turned. The big Asian woman took a hit in her head and fell dead. Her
remaining two partners were dropped as they ran toward the compound
perimeter. The women stood looking at one another, dumbfounded, when
Laura and her two partners emerged from the wooded area.

The team of
four female assassins was now together again for the first time in
over a year. Old disagreements forgotten, they all embraced. Renée
hadn't seen Laura's partners Trevor and Alan since the night they had
helped in the Manuela killing. Both men were in their late thirties.

“Hi,
Trevor, Alan. Sorry I didn't get to know you both better that night,
but I was pretty distracted. Thanks again for your help back then.
Maybe we'll have some time together now.” She found both men to
be ruggedly handsome.

Julie was
eager to meet them and introductions were made. She was impressed
with the performance and camaraderie of the group.

“We
need to mop up here,” said Laura. “We get a bounty for
each of your dead guards, the so-called terrorists, plus a finder's
fee for each guest we return. We won't have to split it with that
other team now, so that helps. We'll blame the mercenary killings on
the other dead guys.”

“I
can find only enough fuel for the chopper to make it to the harbor,”
announced Jessie. “I have an escape boat docked there. Let's
head to it when we're done here. In case we get separated, look for
the boat named 'Lethal One'.”

“I
want to stop and see my son Richard tomorrow,” said Laura. “Can
you take me there, Jessie”

“Sure.
It'll be fun seeing the missionaries again. The feeling may not be
entirely mutual though.”

“After
that, we have a new job if anyone is interested,” Laura
announced. “Thailand has over seventy provinces in six
different regions. A Laotian princess has become engaged to a
provincial prince and they are to be married within a few weeks. Our
own country's government wants it prevented, as it could potentially
shift the balance of power in that region in an unfriendly,
disagreeable manner.”

“What
department of the government does that?” asked Jessie.

“I
don't know, and frankly I don't care. Maybe the CIA or the NSA,
possibly somebody in the Department of State. They contact me in a
variety of ways. Sometimes we meet clandestinely in a parking garage
or someplace similar, I never see their faces, the jobs get done and
the money magically makes its way to me. Raiding a Royal Palace and
taking on a Royal Guard echelon is probably too much for just us
three, so we thought we'd invite you all to join us on this one.”

“Do
they want them terminated?” asked Ashley.

“Both
are sanctioned kills, either one alone would be enough. All we have
to do is make sure the marriage never happens.”

“Maybe
we should simply kidnap her. What does a Laotian Princess go for on
the black market these days?” asked Renée.

“Gotta
be a million easy,” said Alan.

The
preferred choice became obvious.

“Does
anyone know what a princess tastes like?” asked one of the
women.

“Not
yet, honey, but me thinks we're gonna be finding out,” said
another.

They all
laughed.

The guards
that survived the attack scattered and disappeared into nearby
villages. The remaining group mopped up the area, then Laura and her
team departed with the hostages and various dead bodies to collect
their fee. Gus was bandaged up, but not fit to fly, so Jessie was
delegated the task of piloting the chopper and its five passengers to
the harbor and her escape boat.

“I've
never done this before, you guys,” she nervously declared as
the big blades began to slowly churn overhead.

“Sure
you have,” Gus added reassuringly. “The only difference
is that you're in the other seat this time. I can talk you through
it, but I can't handle the controls. You've got that
seat-of-the-pants feeling that any good pilot has. It's like riding a
bike, but without the training wheels. You'll be fine, Jess.”

The
chopper's overhead blades picked up speed and spun ominously above
them. Everyone's eyes opened wide as Jessie gently goosed the
throttle and the old Huey hesitantly inched up off the ground. The
chopper began an unwanted list to the right, but Gus promptly guided
her to compensate, and they were soon airborne. It wasn't long before
the harbor and its collection of docked boats came into view. People
in the marina looked up as they heard the approaching 'whup, whup,
whup'.

“Where
do I land?” she anxiously asked Gus.

“Head
for the parking lot. There's an empty section big enough, plus it
will make it easier to bring it fuel later.”

After
nearly spilling a few passengers, and barely missing a tall pine
tree, she succeeded in setting down on the lot with a noticeable
thud. Everyone applauded, even a few passers-by. They soon
rendezvoused with the others and commenced with their new
mission-plans once Laura had visited her son.

Authorization
to tap into U.S. satellite surveillance was secured and they spent
the following week using a laptop computer to observe each palace in
order to see which was more vulnerable to a kidnapping. They
determined it simplest to intercept the young woman while she was en
route to the wedding preparations. One important detail that escaped
all of them was that the little lady was a fighter. She had not led
the typical Princess lifestyle, but rather had competed in her
country's championship tournaments and was highly skilled in the
forgotten art of kickboxing known as Muay Lao, a traditional, unarmed
martial art utilizing punches, kicks, elbow and knee strikes,
clinches and chokeholds.

Her Royal
Guards were utilized in her training sessions. Some had been trained
in Lethwei, the Burmese martial arts, while others had a background
in Tomoi, the Malaysian version.

Gus
returned to work on the chopper, Trevor and Alan had found it
necessary to return to the states, and the five women finalized their
plans. It was just after the Princess's entourage had crossed into
Thailand that they planned to make their move. Her small assemblage
came to a stop in a remote area of the jungle. The Princess appeared
unprotected and vulnerable to an ambush, but it was a trap. All five
attackers were captured and disarmed without a shot being fired, then
quickly forced to their knees, with their hands bound behind their
backs.