PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
CHAPTER 30: LUCKY'S TRIUMPH, ESCAPE AND TRIALS
© Cupideros, Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Lucky felt good. He headed by to SILTH headquarters to try his luck one more time. He walked in and down the hall after waving and chatting enthusiastically to several agents. They all loved his commanding voice and how he was always happy-go-lucky, like his name. Lucky was so easy to get along with, Rolith had even heard about his exploits. Getting the sexual goods on camera and thus gibing Rolith ammunition to blackmail the aristocracy if they didn’t also go along with SILTH plans and propaganda. He turned and was walking back to a pal's office that knew more upper class women, when he stopped suddenly and backed up.
“You—must be. Dana!”
The shorthaired blonde smiled. Her smile as warm and disarming as Lucky’s. “Yes.”
“Nice engineering job blowing Senator’s craft.”
Dana shook her head; the flash of her pearl earrings glinted in the light. “Now I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lucky.”
“Oh. Okay.” He leaned on the doorframe watching as she continued to copy massive documents. “You’re as efficient as they said. You’re more beautiful than they said. What are you copying,” and he reached for a page.
Dana slapped his hand hard. “For the new recruits. Rolith said they’re getting sloppy and it’s the only way to bring them up to speed and standards.”
“Rolith is the man.”
“The Legend,” replied Dana.
“You and I could be a legend too, you know.” Lucky winked at Dana and as she blushed and closed her eyes he reached below the copier trays and grabbed a bound copy of the SILTH manual. He slipped it behind his back.
“Yeah like Peter and Amandine Aurore “
Lucky stopped her, “The famous love dual from FilmCity’s romantic flicks from thirty years ago.”
Dana laughed. “You are a social networking whiz!”
“Or how about Brooklin Heslie, the top race car driver for past five years.”
“How did you know I follow the race car circuit?”
“Come on asks me anything about the FilmCity Jet setters?”
Dana stopped copying. “Who had the most awards in the Supporting Actress categories twelve years ago in the B-film categories?”
“Ooooh. Who pays attention to B-film horror flick these days. Pantherwoman verses the Orangesqueezeman V: Filmman. Night on Galen DeadBoulvard.” Lucky thought for a quick moment. Baroness Helka Perunka. She needed the money.”
“Oh, my my!” She blushed again. “I loved her all her movies. Okay how about what musician had the top selling album named ‘Beat It?’”
“Easy. Steven Vient. Sold seventy-three billion.”
“All right. Name another artist who sold just as many albums?”
“Wait. This must be an antiquity question. Hmmm. Michael Jackson. He sold a comparable number because he only had one world to sell them; Steven Vient had two worlds.”
“You’re the man, Lucky.”
Lucky looked Dana up and down her petit body. “We seriously need to get together one day.”
“Gigolo!” she blurted.
Lucky turned to go and kept the manual behind his sides, “Lucky Gigolo. And don’t you forget it,” he said as he walked out, down the hallway waving the manual and out the door. Telling everyone he was going to a famous club for an happy-hour drink. If anyone wanted to join him, do so. This was Lucky’s cover story. For that would be the last time SILTH would see Lucky for he had accomplished his mission, sleeping and befriending Akyria and obtaining the latest SILTH training manual.
Lucky turned into his drive way, sure no SILTH agent were following him because he squawked all over about the happy hour. He went into the basement of his house. He looked carefully to see if anything had been moved out of place. Then feeling safe, he reached inside his belt where his UniViewer was stored and blasted a low EMP knocking any nanocameras off line. Quickly Lucky pulled on a particular spot directly across from the heating system. The concrete slab broke clean as tissue paper. He then pressed another button under the floor as he climbed down into the catacombs. The wires begin to move in place and Lucky quickly closed the slab as he heard the gray spray paint nozzles started covering the slab cracks. Lucky jumped down more steps of the hole into a man-size tunnel he could stand in. He blasted another low grade EMP, signaled Quo he had accomplished his mission, and found a SILTH MANUAL TOO! Lucky began running down the darken tunnel. The red light sensors began to turn on after about fifty feet and Lucky knew he was on his way home.
Lucky went another two hundred yards before he ran into two women in Red Robes.
“Stop!” said one girl holding a gun.
Lucky stopped. He knew these were women from the Order of the Golden Rose.
You, Lucky?” said the other girl still on her Hoover bicycle, a thin bicycle that ran on magnet Hoover technology magnetic tracks embedded on the tunnel floor.
“Yes.”
“What’s your Specialty?” said the girl with the gun still pointed at him.
“Mechanics.”
The girl still on her Hoover bike seemed friendlier. “What’s your Subgenre?”
“Women’s Psychology.”
The girl on the bike rode up to him. “Yeah, it’s Lucky, but we’ll soon find out for sure.” She giggled.
“Damn it’s hard to see your faces under those hoods.”
“The Order of the Golden Rose has taken feminism to the final stage. You don’t need to see our faces, Lucky,” said the girl on foot walking closer as she stored her gun away. Then she pulled a knife out and walked around Lucky’s back. As she neared him, Lucky shouted out, “Isorfira! It’s me!”
The girl kept looking him over. She held the knife up and it glinted in the red light. “Yeah, so what you taught me how to make soup, Lucky. You know what must be done.”
“Shit.” Lucky started unbuckling his pants.
“One cut when you go out, Lucky” said the girl on the bike with a laugh. “One cut when you come back in.”
Lucky had his trousers down around his ankles now. “Nice bum,” said the girl on the Hoover bike.
“I bet he needs some help. If it’s not hard, that makes it worse.” Isorfira raised her red robe up and she Lucky saw the big juicy mat of triangular hair.
“What I’ve been longing for.” He sex got rock hard.
“We heard all those pretty, girly Galan shave their sex raw.”
“I wouldn’t say raw,” Lucky kinda defended. “Bald yes.”
Isorfira came around Lucky from behind and held his huge sex. She inspected the cut above his penis, which looked like an over excited female blowjob. She knew the special shape of her knife would make a similar cut on the underside of his penis. This was always the most dangerous cut for a gigolo.
“I hate this part,” Lucky said bracing himself.
“Do it, Isorfira.”
She made the cut and a little blood dropped but Isorfira quickly examined it and gave him bandages. “You’ll be okay. Now the order will be satisfied.”
The other girl, said, “Get on, Lucky. Let’s get you home.”
Isorfira said, “I’ll take the SILTH MANUAL.
Lucky hesitated for a second, but gave it up as he hopped on the back seat of the girl’s bike. Isorfira went walked around, sat on her bike, and started it up. The bikes lit up blue, in the catacomb tunnel.
Lucky said, “I’m just as good a deliver—“
Isorfira pulled her gun out quickly and aimed it at Lucky. A red beam of light marked his forehead. “It’s my experience a spy turned double when he talks too much, Lucky. Are you a double spy?”
“Heck no,” he defended.
Isorfira said, “You know all Gigolo’s belong to the Order of the Golden Rose.”
“Yeah.”
“She’s holding our latest development. A DNA gun.”
“Nice.”
Isorfira still had the beam on Lucky’s forehead. “If I fire this gun, the bullet, even if I miss, will hunt your ass down in these tunnels until it connects. You got that Lucky.” Isorfira mounted her bike and started to move forward. “Don’t say another word.” She turned the bike in a quick half circle as if she was moving on and turned back around and yelled out, “What’s your second Subgenre, Lucky!”
Lucky losing his composure for a second, mumbled.
Isorfira said, “I’ll just as sure blow a hold in her head to kill a double spy. So what’s your fucking Second Subgenre!” she said louder.
“Fashion—“
“You’re fucking with me Lucky!”
“Ling-Lingerie! It’s Lingerie!”
The girl on the bike laughed. “No wonder he’s so in sweet with the ladies. Lingerie.”
Isorfira watched as the girl and Lucky drove pass her down the catacombs. Isorfira rode on her bike behind them for about 200 miles. Until they were sure to be under Quodarian soil. When the girl and Lucky reached road straight on past a fork in the tunnels, Isorfira quickly turned left inside it and disappeared.”
end chapter 30
This page was last updated: August 23, 2009
Spy’s turn double when they believe too much in their own sagacity. First they began to think too much. Next, they began to talk too much. Finally, they began to betray you.
---QUO SECURITY MANUAL, Chapter 20: DEALING WITH DOUBLE SPIES.
