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The Garden

The soft morning sun shone it’s face through Maria’s window. She loved her flat. It was located close to here home base. She had easy access to transportation that would take her to assignments. Maria’s work required frequent flights around the world. Maria was of average height, well proportioned figure, and lovely brown eyes. She had frequently worked out of doors. That accounted for her well-tanned figure. Now in her thirtieth year she reflected back to her teenage years.

Maria was born to a upper middle class family who lived in Chicago. Her father was a “commodities broker” on the world famous market which was home based in Chicago. They lived in suburbs, he father commuted back and forth to work. Her mother worked from a “prominent” law firm in Chicago. She also commuted back and forth.

Maria was a “latchkey” child as she grew into her teenage years.

She was a popular girl at her high school. Why not? Very pretty, well-mannered , a nice demeanor were the key ingredients of her success. Her grades were very high. She was not afraid to show the teachers how intelligent and well-read she was. Maria was popular among the boys. She rarely dated the same boy more than two or three times. They usually quit calling after they went away from their dates “empty-handed.” Maria was old school that way. She wasn’t about to “give-it-up” for just any suitor. She thought, “I’m going to wait until the real-deal rears his head”. She meant the one sitting on his shoulders, not zipped into his trousers.

Maria resisted the temptation of teen-experimentation with drugs and alcohol. She saw the results it had on her “friends”. She did not want to go there. Maria graduated high school with honors.

Virginity intact. Her hormones were flourishing. She usually made herself busy with other activities to keep them under control.

Maria had an academic scholarship to “Brown University”! She majored in International Studies. As a avid reader she had a fondness to explore the world around her. She took classes in French, Arabic and Chinese. That undertaking alone would have been very burdensome for most students. Not for Maria. She incorporated her newly learned language skill into her international studies. She excelled at “Brown” The professors loved to have Maria in their classes. Professor James Kirby was particularly interested in her. Not in a sexual way, but rather he was a “recruiter” for the FBI. Kirby thought she would be an asset to the organization.

Kirby taught many of her classes. He still amazed by her freshness, intelligence, and attention to detail. He thought “this girl has her head on straight”.

Nearing graduation, Kirby approached Maria. Kirby asked her what type of career she would pursue when she graduated. Maria firmly stated “I really don’t know”? I would love to travel to some countries I had studied. Wouldn’t hurt. I want to practice my newly acquired language skills. I would like to mingle with the people, and really see what the world is all about.

Kirby told Maria he knew a “company” who could use her skills. They are always looking for people that have your qualifications.

Within days Maria was at the FBI training base. She flourished during the training. She was taught first-aid, self-defense, and how to use weapons. She was shown how to protect herself with knifes and guns. She wondered “why would I need to protect myself with personal weapons”.

Afraid of guns at first. Maria soon became a skilled marksman. She could lay ten rounds in the targets “heart” at twenty-five paces in about four seconds. Her mentors were pleased with her progress. They told Maria that should be soon able to take to the field. She was proud of her newly found skills. Still she did not understand why she needed them yet!

Maria’s first assignment was in a headquarters office. She learned quickly. But she yearned to get out of “office type work”. She yearned for the great outdoors. Quickly she was promoted to “work with another agent in the field”.

Jim liked working in the field. He was less than pleased to take on a “green-female” partner. Jim immediately was reminded of the “NOFEAR” Act signed into law by the younger President Bush during 2002. Since the act was passed the Bureau loosened it requirements to accommodate female recruits. The stringent work ethic was not lessened, just some of the physical training was affected.

Jim’s attitude towards Maria softened. He had to admit she was really good to work with. He wondered how she would react if she came into a real live “shootout” situation?

He soon found out. They were dispatched to Colorado to assist local law enforcement officers. They had suspects of nation-wide bank robberies holed up in densely wooden area. The “criminals” had absconded a cabin from a local family.

Trouble was they kept the family as hostages. They had been under siege for three days before the authorities decided the FBI was needed.

When Jim and Maria arrived the local cops “briefed” them on the situation. It was decided to get a negotiator to help.

The robbers failed to release the hostages and demanded food, and safe passage to the local airport. They demanded a small private plane be available to them. Fueled and ready to fly them to Mexico. If their demands were met they would then release the hostages.

After consulting Jim and Maria the “locals” acquiesced to their demands. A private plane was made ready for their swift departure.

Fueled and ready to takeoff.

“Swat sharpshooters” swarmed the airport. The airport was cleared of people. The sharpshooters were placed in strategic locations. The plane was intentionally kept within twenty-five yards of a hangar.

The plan: when the hostages arrived, the negotiator would attempt to talk their captors into giving up. If they refused, they would be told to release the hostages before boarding the aircraft. If they did not comply with that, the sharpshooters would be put to work. They could not possibly let the hostage-takers board the aircraft.

They arrived as scheduled. They did not give up. They would also not release any of the hostages until they were safe onboard the aircraft.

There was just one option left to the lawmen. The sharpshooters would have to ply “their-trade”.

As shots rang out, a man with a “bullhorn” yelled towards the hostages “drop to the ground”. they readily complied. Jim and Maria with weapons drawn had ready joined the shootout. Two of the four suspects were dropped by sharpshooters. The other two entered the plane. The pilot was disabled. Jim got off a couple of shots. They did not meet anything but air and tin. Maria mortally wounded one of them. The other shooters finished the other. It was over quickly. Taking inventory after the bullets stopped whizzing. Jim had escaped without a scratch, Maria was not so “lucky”, She had a flesh wound to her right shoulder. Blood saturated her blouse. As the medic loosened her blouse to access her wounded shoulder, Jim glanced towards her. He was very impressed with her action under fire. He noted that in his report to headquarters. Yes there was always paperwork involved in every action. It was referred to as an “after-action” report. Maria was officially commended for her part.

Jim’s attitude towards softened considerably since that day. Maria was not just a fresh female rookie. She had proved herself “under fire”. She no longer had to prove her worth to the bureau. Jim had a protective demeanor towards her. He thought himself hardened by his twenty-five years with the company. He took Maria under his wing. Treated her like she was his own daughter.

Jim retired three years later. He and Maria still kept in touch. Frequent phone calls, sometimes a dinner together at a fancy eating establishment. He was not surprised when Maria told him that another agency was talking to her about employment. The CIA was very interested. She had a “solid reputation” for field work.

They told her would have to do a lot of travel around the globe.

Her language skills would be updated. She would use her skill’s frequently. She was delighted. But what could she do for them?

She went through their clandestine training, and soon found out. She was to “hang around” their secret Mideast control center. She would be dispatched on an hour’s notice. She was to become one of the rare female terminators.

Terrorists were all over the mid-east. The mid-east provided them abundant recruits. It would be her main assignment to slow down the flow. She would always act alone. The “agency” provided her with the latest technological devices to ply her craft. If Maria had one fault it was her aggressiveness. She carried a specially made revolver. It was of medium caliber muzzled with a crafted silencer.

She carried several “throw-away cell phones”. Maria knew if she was ever caught, she was to “swallow” the blue capsule sown into her clothing. Her aggressiveness was from her lack of “action”.

Even this time Maria was not an “easy” lay. She was picky. They had to show a genuine interest in her as a person. She would not let herself be used as a “sperm-bank” for just anyone to make a deposit!

She was warned by the agency not to form relationships. If she needed to dull her hormonic urges, she should do so with a “professional” lover.

She did not need them too often, but still she had her “needs”.

Maria took to her new “job” with gusto. She mingled among foreigners without notice. Her dark hair, brown eyes and demeanor made her well suited to most situations.

She was a frequent passenger on flights into and out of the worlds International Airports. Many of her passports were stamped by customs at Heathrow, Charles De Gaulle, Kerman, Ataturk and many other International Airports.

Her main objective in the middle-east was to seek out well known terrorists and destroy them.

Maria became one of the few female assassins.

Damn, she thought one day, how well she liked her job!

Maria felt like she was a “protector” for the world. She loved ridding the world of dogs. People who didn’t mind sending “dim-wits” and overly zealous religious fanatics to maim and kill many innocents. In the name of a “jihad”.

Trouble was she did her job too well. She was getting reputation among the terrorist’s organizations. Their were many factions of terrorists, but most had the same objective. Kill the Americans and everything they stood for. To them the American way of life was obscene.

The terrorists had no physical description of her, but knew full well her trademark. She left her victims with two gunshot wounds to the head. Sorta of a “coup da grace” for society. She always left a small American Flag on her victims. She wanted the terrorists to know they were being pursued and eliminated. She wanted them to be looking over their shoulders. So far the terrorists thought that she was a he. She went to great lengths to keep it that way.

Her “modus operandi”, left no clue of her sex. Her “MO” being too well known in the mid-east left her superiors in a fix. They decided to move her to another continent to ply her trade.

She took a Mediterranean cruise ship to her next area of operation.

She attracted no attention. Just another tourist. She was always well received wherever she traveled. People enjoyed talking to her. She was able to converse with just about anybody. Her language skills served her well. She had little or no accent in any of her languages.

When the cruise ship made a “port-call” at Gibraltar for the tourists to take in the sights, or visit many of the “Rock’s” high class casinos. Maria departed the cruise. From neighboring Spain she made the short flight to Morocco. That was her next assignment.

She made several “kills” in an area known for its terrorists activity.

Unexpectedly she was called home. She did not know why?

At headquarters she was “debriefed”, commended and sent into retirement.

She was puzzled by this strange string of events. So rapidly her head was spinning. Maria was asked where she would like to settle. The agency had many nice pieces of property around the country. Complete with nice mid-sized homes.

The “Chief” explained to Maria that she had been compromised.

Therefore no more use to them. She had to be retired before an assassin would silence her. She said she understood. She would miss her way of life.

Just turning forty and retired. Nice pension, beautiful home and plenty of time to do with as she saw fit. She felt too young to “retire”, but too old to start over. She would not be satisfied with any ordinary job anyhow. She never gained the social skills to attract a man her age. She had always “used” professional lovers.

She tried the usual places to find single men. Being “picky” she never found one that suited her fancy.

She busied herself with a small garden and planted a lot and lot of flowers. Damn she thought, little did she realize what work it was too keep up with “nature”.

She had plenty of money. Why not hire someone to help her keep up with her “hobby”? She advertised in the local paper.

Maria was surprised when a man of about thirty answered her ad quickly. He as deeply tanned, well built and brown sprarkling eyes. Said is name was Amit or “friend” in Hebrew. He was well-mannered and seemed very intelligent. She wondered why does this man want a small part time gardening job. Amit told her he was new to America and he worked in town at a “dry goods” store. He explained that he wanted to go to night school to learn a trade. At home in Pakistan he worked as a “brick mason”. He tired of laying bricks all day in the hot sun. Therefore, he wanted to come to the “promised-land” to start anew?

Maria was drawn to him. She explained the “job” would only require about ten hours a week. That he probably would not be interested? On the contrary he said.

So he was hired. End of story…

Not quite!

Amit’s work was commendable. The grounds were the envy of all the neighbors. Maria had many compliments. Maria was drawn to Amit. They frequently worked side by side. She was taken by his work ethic. She also fanantized how it would be to have sex with Amit!

She soon found out! One day she asked Amit if he would like to have a “glass of lemonade” with her. She led him into the house. They sat in the dining room sipping their drink. Their eyes met…she could hardly stand it. She wanted Amit as a lover. After all he was single. She wondered where he “sowed his oats”? She asked him what he did for entertainment. He said he had not really been out in the evening. Occasionally he had dinner at a local diner, but he longed for a “mid-eastern” meal. She knew the type of food he longed for. Her time spent there had taught her many of their cultures food and customs. He seemed to be taken with her too. She asked Amit if he would like to have a meal with her. She asked about his favorite food. Of course he longed for a lamb dish.

They set the next evening for the meal.

Maria went shopping. She had the butcher select a nice piece of lamb for their meal. She selected the vegetables herself. Of course vegetables were pretty much the same worldwide. Just the preparation might differ from country to country.

Amit wiped his mouth with the best linen napkin she had. Maria had spend several hours preparing a meal fit for a king. After all she wanted him to be her “king”. She desired him.

At forty, unlike most of American women, she was still sexually inexperienced. Sexual innuendos were woven into her conversation. She knew that a man like Amit would pick them up immediately. He did. The evening ended with them in bed.

Many such evenings followed. Soon Amit frequently stayed overnight. Maria was in heaven. What had she missed all those lost years.

Amit was a practiced lover. He was patient with her inexperience. He taught her things she never thought of.

She was falling in love. She thought Amit was also. She could not get enough of him. Amit had her eating out of his hand. She and her garden flourished. She wore a glow only good hard sex could bring. She thought about marriage. Amit told her he wanted to get married also, but he was in America with a work visa.

After a hot night of “heated sex”, Maria lay in bed. Her thoughts were miles away.

She was found days later. Bullets riddled her naked body. A flag from a terrorists nation lay unfurled across her chest…a note in Arabic was found…all it said was “death to the bitch dog”!

　

　

 

　

　

About the Author

David writes for practice.  He writes in the hope he may someday write s short novel.  It is relaxing to him.  Hope you enjoy…DHS

Whiskey Bob Taylor – 9/6/08, Lemont, IL