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Scenario:
The mission was simple. Infiltrate L.E.G.G.S. and kill it’s leader.
Derek Harness is a P.I. He works alone and works for cash. Hauled up in a hotel with only his sniper rifle for company, will he succumb to his loneliness or be able to hold those tits in his crosshairs?
I was relaxing in some jeans in my hotel room running over a few scenarios in my head. Suddenly there came a knock at the door. I peered through the peephole but there was noone there. I prepared myself and opened the door. I breathed a sigh of relief as I looked down to see a bottle of champagne on ice. I took it back into my room giving one last glance up and down the corridor.
I never really enjoyed champagne on my own, but I poured myself a glass and flipped over the small card attached to the ice bucket. Inside was a kiss mark made in dark red lipstick and a stamp of a pair of sexy legs wearing stilettos. The game was afoot.
A loud screech of breaks brought me round. I removed the headphones of my Walkman and placed them gingerly on the bedside table. I buttoned up my jeans as I dimmed the lights and looked down into the street below. There was a red Porsche 911 in front of the hotel opposite. Out of the drivers side appeared a huge figure wearing jeans and a flack jacket. The figure’s face was obscured by a crash helmet and a pair of semi-automatic pistols were clearly visible strapped under the vest stretched over the vast chest. The driver made his way round to the passenger side and as the door slowly opened a pair of long sexy legs appeared one after another. The identity of the passenger was blotted out by the vast frame of the driver, though there was no mistaking those L.E.G.G.S.
As soon as my target has entered the hotel and the thug had made his way off in the Porsche 911, I calmly made my way over to the sniper rifle that was already set up by the window. As was always the case it was now just a matter of waiting and watching.
My eye barely left the telescopic sight as I roamed the windows of the hotel opposite. What finally drew my gaze was not as I expected the silhouette of that sexy woman, but another of her huge bodyguards. The guard’s frame almost filled the whole window, steaming it up. He was obviously filling in time with some weight training. All his flexing and pumping could only be good news for me. I could see his semi-automatic weapons resting on the table behind him. After about 20 minutes I moved the sight onto the next window. Red velvet curtains, slightly drawn. My target hadn’t changed her ways. All I needed now was a clear head and a one clear shot.
An hour passed but my crosshairs remained trained on the gap in the red velvet curtains. Then it came. The curtains twitched and then there she was! Satin bathrobe betraying her voluptuous figure. However I could not let my feelings betray me. I was sweating profusely but wiped my hands on my jeans and kept aim. The image through the telescopic sight interplayed with distant memories of a woman who was once good. “That is not Sophia,” I told myself, though I don’t know whether I believed myself. As every sniper knows, you don’t take the first shot, but equally - time is money. I would know when the time had come. A minute passed. Then came something I had not expected – the bathrobe dropped. My scope was suddenly filled with tits! Tits that I knew! The crosshairs quivered but I somehow pulled myself together and they remained trained on the tits. This was the final chance. 1 million dollars in hand and bad memories erased. My finger slowly squeezed the trigger but then released. My eye remained glued to the sight but my hands had found their way into my jeans. It was all over in a hot flash. The telescopic sight was filled with red velvet.
I would have to go underground but it was worth a million dollars.