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"Here's a freebie." She reached out and turned a picture on that corner of her desk around. Four people standing in a line with their arms around each other, wearing Aloha shirts, flowered leis and laughing. The white-haired man had his arm draped across Donna's shoulders. "He goes by Pogo. Maybe, in a few years, if you play everything straight, I'll tell you where he lives. It'd serve him right."
There was a glint of wicked humor in her eyes.
Seeing his picture sent a flutter through my stomach. Something not entirely unpleasant. I pushed it away as best I could.
"Do I get to ask who we are now?"
"The CUMULOUS program, we're the guys in the basement." She nodded over to the guy at the door "We deliver karma. Bad guys doing bad things to bad people. He runs GREEN for me, it's the more presentable part of the program. I run the whole thing and directly oversee RED. It does the dirty work. That's you."
She meant it when she said "dirty work." Honey traps, badger games, blackmail, murders in back alleys. Whatever it took to win. The targets were human versions of cancer: terrorists, arms traders, human traffickers. Cancers that had to be found and removed.
Using disposable people to do it. People that went unmissed, unloved and unmourned. At least most of the time.
It'd take me a long while to fully understand how dirty it had to be sometimes, but somebody had to do it.
Or Nobody.
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Post Production Notes:
This one has some unpleasant edges -- I really, really didn't want Tommy and Amber to die. But I couldn't save them. They were, to use an old Scottish term, "Fey." It's often translated as "doomed" but really it means "fated to die and knowing it." Tommy and Amber knew how it was all likely to end and accepted it, even as they wished it were different.
People can sneer at Tommy for loving a whore, or at Amber for loving a tweaker, but in the end, as screwed up as they were, at least they had each other, even if only on Sundays. Which makes them far luckier than nearly everyone else in the story.
I try not to judge Donna too harshly; she has a horrible job that she does to the best of her ability, and it certainly eats at her. She isn't there to save any of the people that she "recruits", and for most of them, they join of their own free will. Still, she tries, when she can.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 6 hours agoBrilliant. The only question I have is “in your description of Spooky’s hotel room you don’t mention a clock yet she knows what time 8 am is for the Tommy pickup. How does she tell the time in her room?”
Anonymous9 days agoThe birth of the ‘Nobody’ legend.
Fantastic Spooky backstory. As always, you exercise subtle artistry in not over-describing the details, it creates an atmosphere (for want of a better term) that invites the readers imagination and emotional engagement. When you tie this in with your Maria Hawthorne’s description of witnessing the mayhem girls’ almost reverential hero worship in ‘The Milk Run’, the grounds for Spooky’s bond with the girls makes total sense given the feelings she has built for Tommy and Amber (only friends she ever had) lost to murder. The theme of Howard’s team members characteristic of fierce loyalty, again a third party character’s brief remark to heft the concept, it just ties together consistently.
Your Shack series stories are among my top favourites for sure. 10# all day long … Hope you still get to see your feedback from time to time, and that life is good for you and the Missus.
Jim
bereznik13 days agoGreat story which holds together well and has plenty of interesting characters just like the other Shack stories. I think with the ending about what Nobody's role is there could be more extracts from her time with the program.
definitely worth 5*
Anonymous26 days agoPreparing for evenge fuck is always filled with intensity and caution on the woman's side because none will like to be rejected. But it took my mom more than 20yrs before she could get Mike to bang her in retaliation that Gbonne, his wife's mother, Nagolu bribed Gbunkor, her aunt's first with her old pussy so he'll drop his proposal to marry my mom who's her senior co-wife's daughter and indeed their husband's first daughter. Of course, Nagolu succeeded and Gbunkor got married to another woman in next age grade below mom. Nagolu also kept her part of the deal by continuing to give Gbunkor her pussy to enjoy whenever he needs even when his wife is Kawo who's Nagolu's first child's age mate. That's how mom got married to our father as his second wife whose age mate is his first daughter from his first wife. How will Nagolu know that Gbunkor later told mom what happened and in apology fucked her well well at his late brothers widow's hut during a funeral rites that brought mom to their village, before they become 'spouses' in away match as we call extramarital sex?
Nor did mom let Gbunkor know she's going to let Nagolu's inlaw bang her to spite Nagolu's daughter in retaliation of what her mother contributed to mum's marriage with an old man whose membership of ozo society made nom's father giver her hand.
Little did mom know that Gbonne's husband was secretly desiring to fuck mom, even his mama's mama and our father are stepsiblings.
While each keep his or her desires burning, they didn't want to make any mistake that could damage their reputation. Then one day mom visited Mike and his wife at their place in a migrant farmers camp during peak harvest period of fresh crops and vegetables. She's was actually invited by his wife in protest of how only his sisters were coming every year. Mom didn't stay more than one week when Gbonne and other camp women were stranded at a city market. Mike and mom knew such chance may rarely come again. Imagine two mature adults with Mike just six years younger than mom whose first daughter is his wife's age mate alone in his mud hut on a rainy night with just his two little sons! By 8pm rain has intensified making it for customers to come buy one thing or another. Mike was in bamboo bed with his two sons while mom alone in inner room where she and his wife sleep since his visit. Of course mom made first move by inviting Mike over to help her keep something up. How did he know what mom really mean that he dashed into that room total naked? Mom was so excited at sight of sheer size of his monster dick that hardly did he bolt door than mom pushed that giant down to bed where he told mom she need not worry him with whatever his inlaw contributed in making her his uncle's wife because he had for long been longing to fuck mom. And he really fucked her that his hot sperms filled her hairy pussy by time he banged her three times before falling on her chest
Anonymous26 days agoNot quite long but reminds me of first night my stepmother's senior sisters second son banged me in our late father's room, during his funeral rites, just adjacent to his aunt's room. I was 17yrs and fresh from high school while he was 15yr primary school dropout but certainly bigger and stronger than me. In fact his adultsize dick was bigger than anyone I had ever fucked at the time and he's so masterful I wish he'd marry me. Or how could I wish for more when his dick was ruler-long and wrist-wide by size with few blows by my soft lips got him rock-hard and pipe-erect. Yet, he wanted to show me thst power is stronger than book. Indeed; Ochuta was a real deal in bed!
But guess his condition to me? He's going to fuck me again, indeed as often as I need, if and only if he's able to fuck my 48yr mom even if I may help him to get her because he knows she loves him but just being careful not to err!
