Too Secret Service: Part One
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Michael stepped forward, slashing at Catherine from the outside. She kicked out at the knife, accidentally kicking the wounded duck into De Valera’s face. The tough sole of her shoe deflected the blade while he swatted at the duck. He staggered forward, his balance still affected by the blow to the head. Catherine reached over, grabbed his chin, and pulled back, snapping his neck. He fell against the bridge’s railing. She jammed her hand into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. She dropped that on the ground next to her purse and quickly searched the rest of him.
She pulled out his cell phone. It was state-of-the-art-encrypted, with no digital readout or redial button. He didn’t have anything else on him, except for an “I love New York” disposable lighter. She stuffed it into her pocket, grabbed his legs, and pushed the body over the rail.
Catherine bent down and scooped up the wallet and purse. She stashed the wallet, slinging the purse over her shoulder. The assassin looked down and wondered what to do with Wayne. There weren’t any smelling salts, and, oh well…
The assassin reached down and grabbed Wayne’s left hand with hers. She pulled the arm up, over her head, and dragged him to his feet. She used the other hand to steady him. Catherine looked down at the case on the ground.
This is going to take awhile.
After thirty minutes, Catherine finally loaded Wayne into the passenger seat of the rental Chrysler. She stowed his case in the back of the car. She took out a Kleenex and wiped her fingerprints off the door handles. Catherine reached into her purse and pulled out a set of surgical gloves. She pulled them over Wayne’s hands, then kicked the door shut.
STRONGBOW pulled down on her purse strap, straightening it. She pulled out the leather gloves that molded themselves against her skin. She glanced in the side view mirror before she walked into the hotel.
It was time to check out.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO OF TOO SECRET SERVICE
COMING OUT OCTOBER 1ST, 2019