THE SNITCH

By

FLEXMAN

 

The characters in this story, with the exception of FBI Agents Danial Briggs and Serafina, all belong to JK Waylon and can be found in his excellent Synne City series of books on sale at Amazon. I like to thank him for his generous permission to use these character. I designed this story to be stand-alone, but if you really want to get in to it deeper you might want to look at Waylon’s book Catspaw. You might also like to check out Femme Fatale. If you really enjoy Superheroine in peril fiction all the Synne City books are worth reading.

Send any comments to Flexman3@hotmail.com

 

 

The big difference between the local yokel cops and the Feds is their interrogation rooms. With the cops the “interview rooms” in their precinct houses are all the same; a box, four walls and a door. The walls are painted some dark, drab color, and the lights are always low. They have one old non-described table and an uncomfortable chair with two of the four screw knobs missing so you never have all four legs on the ground; you end up rocking from one corner to the other. There’s always the one-way mirror where they can watch you but you can’t see them. It’s like being in a dungeon or a room in a condemned tenement. It’s depressing, like you’re never going to leave the room alive.

With the Feds it’s like being in the corporate boardroom of Bank of America or Chase Manhattan; sleek, modern, clean and ready to get things done. You half expect a concierge in a suit and tie to show up wheeling a cart ready to serve you Brazilian coffee, Earl Grey tea and gourmet French pastries.

            I’m sitting in an interview room at FBI headquarters in Synne City. It’s located at Federal Plaza right across the street from the Federal Building and the Federal Court House. They picked me up early this morning as I was leaving the diner after breakfast, walking to my BMW in the parking lot. They didn’t explain; they never do. Nothing to be done but go along for the ride. I’ve been sitting here for almost fifteen minutes when they finally walk in.

There are two of them. The man has to be the most non-descript guy I’ve ever met; white, medium height, medium built and no distinguishing characteristics. He reminds me of a mid-western farmer. I put him in his mid to late forties. His forehead is beginning to enlarge as his brown hair starts to thin out. The girl is very easy to describe. The kind of woman that gives me an instant woody. Golden blond hair put up in a tight bud, beautiful cover girl face, tall, shapely, impossible not to stare. Her most distinguishing feature: thirty-eight double Ds being held in by a white shirt and gray suit. She’s trying to look efficient and all-business, using thick frame glasses to downplay her beauty. It’s not working. The man sits opposite me and starts using his tablet. The woman leans against the wall near the door; far beyond the reach of my little grubby hands; so near and yet so far. My Amazon sense is tingling. Is she an Amazon or just gifted eye candy? I’m leaning toward Amazon but no way to be sure.

            “Johnny Orto,” the man says, like he’s expecting me to be impressed that he knows my name. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. I’ve admired your work for many years.”

            “My autograph is usually fifty bucks, but I’ll give you the FBI discount, make it forty-nine ninety-five.”

He smiles as he pulls out his pipe, an expensive Meerschaum, and lights up. The tobacco’s aroma isn’t bad; it’s actually pleasant and not cheap.

“I thought there’s no smoking in here.”

The man shrugs. “That’s alright,” he says. “We’re all men here. No one’s going to run out of here crying for his mother just because a little smoke gets blown in their face.”

All men? I look at the prime piece of ass leaning against the wall and back at the man. “You need to get out more.”

This amuses him. “My name is Daniel Briggs, Agent in Charge.”

“Agent in Charge of what?”

“I’ll get to that. What I used to be in charge of is the Bureau’s Synne City intelligence analysis unit,” he says. “Our job was to take all the raw data coming in and turn it in to useful intel for this office of the Bureau. That’s why I’m so impress with you.” He looks at his tablet. “Over the last seven years we’ve paid you one point three million dollars in tip money for information that led to arrests and confiscation of assets under RICO.”

“You looking for a refund?”

“Not at all; in fact, I think it was money well spent. We got a lot more out of your tips than we paid out. The information you provide is first rate. You’ve become the best CI this office ever has.”

“Nice to be appreciated.”

“Just out of professional curiosity, how do you do it? We have a whole section with computers and analysts, some from MIT and Stanford, and you come up with better intel than we ever did.” I don’t say anything. This is a good time to keep my mouth shut.

“We know that sometimes you dress up homeless and hang out in the Tenderloin. It’s a good technique. In the Tenderloin the homeless just fade in to the woodwork, no one notices them; they’re just part of the scenery. You can sit there and stake out a place for hours and no one gets curious. You can overhear things very easily. Problem is that alone does not account for all the great intel you provide. So I’m curious how do you do it?”

“In the immortal words of Edward G Robinson in the “Cincinnati Kid” ‘You pay to see the cards, lessons cost extra.’”

He puffs away at his pipe for a couple of minutes. “You know Johnny,” he says. “We are not as naïve as you think.”

“I’ll be the judge of that”

“We know we’re not your only client. You don’t just snitch for us. You sell to everyone; mobsters, pimps, dealers. Everyone pays you. Forgot about playing both sides against the middle, you play all sides against the middle.”

I shrug but don’t respond. No need to confirm or deny anything. I think he’s just fishing and I’m not going to give him anything. “Let me know when we’re done with the small talk, so you can you get down to business and tell me what you want?”

Briggs sits back and puffs his pipe for a minutes. He stares at me with a look that worries me. After a minute he begins. “Up to now you have feed us intel on drugs, arms, mobsters, tax cheats and other various forms of organized crimes. Starting today I want you to add another category to that list: Amazons.”

Now it’s my turn to stare at him, except I’m smiling. I usually smile when I’m amused.

“You don’t seem surprised,” Briggs asks.

“I saw it coming.”

“How?”

“Femme Fatale and the Russians.”

“Hey, you are good! You hit it on the nose, but you might as well as add Dynamo to that list. Up to now one of the few things the local cops and the Bureau had in common was our opinion of these Amazon Heroines; amateurs. They’re ill organized, no strategy or tactic, no planning and poor training. Their effect on crime is no more than that a beat cop or a patrol car. The stopped some mugging, some rapes, liquor store robberies and occasionally harassed some pimps and pushers, but that’s it. Every time they go after a major crime family or big mob operation all they’d get is captured, stripped and gangbanged. Most heroines never make it to retirement and young heroines have a failure rate of over fifty percent. It’s a joke, but that has changed.”

“Femme Fatale really scared the shit out of you guys?”

“What do you think? She went on a rampage and caused millions of dollars’ worth of damaged, she could have killed a ton of people and there was nothing we could’ve done to stop her. These local heroines couldn’t do anything about her. The head witch, Jazz, got her ass handed to her and Fatale even had Ms. Amazing beat and ready to expose her identity.”

“Ms. Amazing did take her down.”

“Femme Fatale got arrogant and Ms. Amazing got lucky. That’s all it was, plain dumb luck. We can’t rely on that; next time we might not get so lucky. Beside the bigger threat is Amazons working for crime organizations. The Russians showed up in Synne City with three Amazons working for them and they’ve been giving Ms. Amazing and the rest of them hell, not to mention Dynamo working for Toni Ripa. It’s Washington’s feelings that this is the beginning of growing trend of criminal organizations recruiting or turning Amazons in to assets. We have word that the Syndicate is already trying to recruit Amazons. Hell, they don’t even have to offer them a lot of money; Amazons can be made virtual slaves with intense sex. This cannot be allowed to go unopposed; counter-measures must be developed. That’s my job; I’m the Agent in Charge of the Bureau’s Amazon defense initiative.”

“How are you planning on doing that?”

“My business.”

“So, what do you want from me?”

“Like I said, every operation needs intelligence gathering. You are going to be part of that.”

My smile grew wider. “What’s in it for me?”

“The usual; money. I have a generous budget and a good chunk of it is for tips. I have an assignment for you. I want you to find out what happen to Olivia Olsen.”

“Glory Gal? What are you talking about? Everyone knows what happen to her; she’s in Pimp Daddy’s whore house fucking and sucking all paying customers and when she’s not she’s starring in bestselling porn videos fucking and sucking the other actors. She has reached the top of her new profession.”

“I know what’s become of her, I want you to find out how it came about. What are the events that led to her current situation? I’ll pay you ten thousand for that information.”

For a minute the room is silent. I’m not sure how to approach it. Finally, “I already know what happen; in fact, I videotaped the whole thing. That video will cost you twenty grand.”

Briggs sits forward as his eyes narrow. The girl stops leaning against the wall and takes several steps toward me, but stops short of the table. “You were there?” Briggs asks.

“Not exactly,” I answer.

“How did you come to video the event? Were you involved?”

“No,” I lied. “I heard something, I put two and two together, played a hunch and it looks like it’s paying off. I can drop off a CD later today, but like I said, the price is twenty grand.”

Briggs and the girl exchange glances. Then Briggs sits there for a minute, thinking about it. After a minute, “Ok, but don’t come back here; it’s too risky. We’ll arrange a pick up later today. If the video is the real deal, I’ll transfer the fifteen thousand to your Cayman Island account by the end of business today. Deal?”

“Deal,” I answer.

“But first, tell me about it.”

“Why, there’s nothing I can tell you that you won’t see on the video.”

“That’s Ok, I’m paying, I’ll have it my way. So, tell me all about it and as they say in the movies: omit nothing!”

 

 

Five days earlier: The first night of Glory Gal’s new life.

Forget the omit nothing bullshit. I am not going to tell Briggs that I had a hand in setting it all up. I’m definitely not going to tell him that Toni Ripa paid me ten grand to help put her plan in motion. Briggs seems to suspect I do business with mobsters but I don’t think he knows how much business I do with them. The Ripa family is second to only the Feds as my source of revenue. I do a lot of business with the them. So on the morning two days before it happened I get a phone call from the grand madam herself. I was surprised. I had only met Toni a handful of times before; I usually do business with one of her people. She values the intel I sell but she does not like me personally. I think she resents the way I look at her. Toni is not an Amazon but she is hot piece of fuck meat; it hard not to get a woody being around her. I don’t understand that about women like her. It’s obvious she wants to look hot; she works out and has her makeup and fashion professionally done. She goes for the sexy look but resents it when you notice it. What does she expect? If you have the natural looks and you work on enhancing it why get upset when men notice? Maybe it’s just that I’m not the kind of man she wants noticing. Maybe that it’s someone like me noticing is what bothers her. I’m not what you call the type of men women fall over themselves impressing.

Anyway, she calls me out of the blue and tells me she has a job for me and it pays ten grand. Now that’s chart topping music to my ears. Then it gets interesting. She asks me if I know Catgirl. I tell myself to be careful and play it coy. “I know of her,” I answer and give her the standard line of how I don’t know much about her and how hard heroines work at keeping their secrets. Her voice tells me she’s not convinced.

“I not asking for info on her, just the opposite, I want you to give her info…make it sound like it’s anonymous tip.”

Ok, she has a plan. I almost asked her why specifically Catgirl but I didn’t have to, I already knew. Of all the masks in Synne City, word on the street is that Catgirl has made herself the biggest pain to the Ripas. For whatever reason, Catgirl has a real hard on for them and is doing everything she could to fuck them up. I had heard about what happen the night before where Catgirl and two other heroines almost intercepted a larger shipment of Toni Ripa’s heroin. It was typical, no tactics, no plan, just smash in and start to fight. The result was also typical, Ripa got away and took all her heroin with her. The masks were left empty handed. Nevertheless, they came close. Now Ripa feels she has to do something about it.

“I’ll sell her any info you want, Miss Toni.”

Her instructions were simply. I’m to tell Catgirl that the Ripas are ready to sell all the heroin that Catgirl and her friends missed yesterday. The big exchange is set to go down in the alley behind the old Excelsior Hotel on Griffin Street. The date is up to me; whenever I give Catgirl the tip. I have to set it up to give Toni at least a two-hour notice.

“What if I run in to another mask?”

“No, it has to be Catgirl, you give this to her or no deal.”

I told her I’ll take care of it. You don’t need to be a genius to figure this one out; she setting up Catgirl and any other mask that shows up and, of course, it’s personal. She wants to specifically to nail Catgirl. But how to set it all up and how to squeeze this for more money?

For the second goal, how to squeeze more money out of this I have an idea. The Excelsior Hotel was built in the twenties. Going all the way into the mid-sixties, it was Synne City’s premier hotel. The service was extraordinary, the restaurant was one of the city’s finest, and the bar/lounge was one of the most elegant places for businessmen to discuss deals in a quiet, social setting. Then in the late sixties, the owner passed away and the place began to go downhill. He left the place to his two sons. One, a chef, ran the kitchen. The other ran the front of the house but he developed a nasty cocaine habit and began stealing from the business to keep his habit going; not a good situation. It didn’t help that the neighborhood, along with the rest of the Tenderloin, also started going down. By the nineties the place had become a seedy, third rate hotel used mostly by hookers and their pimps. The lounge was converted to a cheap strip club, one of Kid Rotten’s joints. Drug dealers frequently did business on the premises. In two thousand nine a major fire gutted the place. Someone cried arson for profit, the Fire Marshal launched an investigation and the insurance company refused to pay. Over the last few years there were almost a dozen plans put forth to take over the property, tear down the burnt out building and try to reclaim the neighborhood. Between corruption, politics, special interests and conflicting agendas it all came to nothing and the burnt out eyesore just stands there.

I get there around three in the afternoon, dressed homeless. Briggs is right, no one notices the homeless people in this neighborhood; closes you can come to being invisible. It’s easy to sneak in to the building, just not the safest place to walk around in. A floor or stair case could give way very easily. I make it to a fourth floor room with a perfect view of the back alley. I set up the video camera. The battery is fully charged and I insert a blank DVD in it. The zoom and focus can be remote controlled from a long distance away. Then I go around the alley strategically planting mini bugs to add audio to the video. There’s plenty of garbage in the alley and the mics are designed to be inconspicuous so they’re easy to hide. There’s another cheap fleabag hotel on the other side of the alley. I go in there and rent a room on the third floor for two nights. I set up another camera there, also with auto focus and remote control zoom. This is where I’ll be tonight; my court side seat to the action. Depending what happens here tonight I might be able to sell it to some news media outlet or maybe a porn producer. It never occurred to me the Feds would be interested. It’s ready so let the games begin.

I happen to know tonight is Catgirl’s night to patrol. Midnight Avenger let it slip in one of our nights together. Catgirl, like all the other masks is a creature of habits. The Ripas have been keeping a low profile. She needs intel and I know where she’ll go first; Melissa Ford. The Ripas have been quiet; Melissa won’t have anything to give her, so she’ll come to me or so I hope.

Melissa Ford is a stripper at my favorite club, Subversions. I’ve seen her work dozens of times; she calls herself Calico. I suppose that’s cleverer than Catgirl. Like all the other strippers at Subversion she does some hooking on the side. I’ve had her a few times. All hookers hear things from clients and know they should forget it and be super discreet. Not Melissa. She sells what she hears to certain masks. The problem with Melissa is she’s had a drug problem for a while. She has it under control, as best she can, but it still sucks up a lot of her cash. This is why she lives is a cheap apartment in a lower middleclass neighborhood. Jethro Massey, the owner of Subversion, treats his stripper/hooker very well; you can make a lot of money working at Subversions. That’s why he has his pick of the best hookers and why fresh, young college girls work for him to pay their way through college without taking out massive loans. Melissa’s habit keeps her down financially and why she’s become a snitch for the masks. While back I figured out she’s selling them the things she hears from her johns. If I turned her in Jethro would probably kill her, or worse and probably pay me very well for it, but I decided not to. I’m a snitch too, I can’t really look down on her for it, so I did the next best thing; I bugged her place. Any info she sells to the masks also comes to me, for free. Maybe in the future I’ll use the CDs I recorded to blackmail Melissa in to my bitch, but for now this arrangement works very well for me. I’ve gotten a lot of useful info from my bug in Melissa’s place and made a lot of money off of it. 

I’m in my car a block from Melissa building. Catgirl shows up just after nine. Melissa doesn’t sound happy to see her. She tells Cargirl she’s late for work and has to leave soon. Catgirl gets to the point and asks if she heard anything about the Ripas getting or selling any drugs and specifically asks if Toni Ripa could be caught red handed.

Catgirl and Toni Rippa, those two really have a thing for each other. They should get a room. Some double dildos, straps and whips would go a long way in loosening up both those tight ass bitches. Melissa tells her she hasn’t heard anything and that’s that. Catgirl leaves. She sounded frustrated. Whether she knows it or not she’ll be coming to me next. I better get ready. I hide the receiver in the secret compartment in my car, drive to where I normally park near the Tenderloin. I start to walk. She’s probably hovering above. I can’t make it look easy and hand her Toni’s tip. She may not be the smartest mask in Synne City but she not a fool either. The pitch has to be believable.

I walk past an alley and this hand grabs me from behind. It’s her but I shouldn’t know that. “Hey! Don’t hurt me!” I cried as pathetically as I could. “I’m broke, no money, all tapped out, mister.”

“Mister? You’re also blind and can’t see worth a shit,” Catgirl said.           

I turn and face her. “Oh! It’s the hot little S&M pussycat. Now, that’s a pussy I like to pet and…”

“Hey, I’m right here asshole!” she growls. “I can hear you, you know.”

“Oh, did I say that out loud? I thought I was just thinking it. But look, what I really like to hear is you screaming my name over and over while you’re lying on your back, your legs up in a V and me pumping my cock in and out of that sweet hot young pussy of yours.”

“Shut the fuck up! I told you not to talk to me like that. I’m a heroine remember. I don’t do that crap.”

“Since when? You’re an Amazon, you live to do that crap. Your mentor sure does. I got to tell you, that babe rocks my world when she pays up. Lord almighty, I get a woody just thinking about my Midnight rides.”

I have to keep my mind on business but it’s hard. I can’t take my eyes off her sumptuous tits and hard chiseled hips. “We could have a lot of fun too. I know how to make your body feel red hot. You know the old saying, once you go homeless….”

“I’ll never feel clean again,” she interrupts. “Look, cut the crap. I’m here on business, not your sick, perverse fantasies.” She gets a mean look in her eyes, balls her hands in to fists and starts moving toward me. I know she’s not going to hit me. Little over a year ago Glory Gal broke my noise for being too touchy feeling. Since then I have refused to even talk to her, let alone sell any info. Catgirl needs my info so she won’t risk losing me as a source. I back away anyway, just in case.

“I’m looking for information on the Ripa Family,” she says. “If you have something spill it. If not, I’m out of here and keep your hands off of me.”

 “Ripas?” I smile big thing. “Looks like the power has swing back my way. Yeah, I have something, but it’ll cost you.”

She reaches down to her left boot and flashes a C notes. I snatch it so quickly it’s tough to even see my hand move.

 “It’s a start,” I tell her as I put a hand on her sweet hip and give a squeeze. She doesn’t like that, least not yet. Like I said, I can’t make it easy. The more money I ask the more valuable she’ll think it is and the less likely she is to doubt it. “But only a start. This is bigger than usual, Catbabe. The way I hear it Toni Ripa is personally taking charge on this one; she’ll be there. So, Miss Kitty, I’m going to need some real money this time.”

I can see her eyes light up at the mention of Toni’s name. She knocks my hand off but I now have a great view of cleavage. “That’s all I have, Johnny. I’m not loaded,” she says. “Give up what you have and if it’s worth it I’ll get you more money.”

“I’m going to need another nine hundred, Pussycat. Or….”

“I’m not sleeping with you. Ever!”

“So let’s talk blow job. That way you only have to show me your tits. A win/win.”

“No, I’m not doing that.”

“Then you got nothing,” I tell her, as I open her corset. It’s one of those that fasten in the front. I got the first two clasps unfasten before she stops me. I try to cop a hard feel for the tits but she knocks my hands away.

“I’m going to kick your ass if you don’t stop!”

I shrug. “Then we’re done and you never get anything again.”

That made her stop and give me a dirty look. She knows what I’m worth to her, her mentor and the other heroines and she won’t mess that up.

“It’ll take time. I’ll have to go to one of our benefactors with my hand out. It’s humiliating,” she says. “But I’ll tell you what, I’ll double your fee if you give it to me on credit.”

“Double? Come on, think about it. What am I supposed to do if you get killed or captured? I’m sure as hell not going to get paid.”

“Don’t worry,” she says getting closer as she presses her body against mine. I can feel her tits against my chest. Her lips brush against my face. Her voice gets oh so seductive. “I’d be sooo grateful if come across for me, Johnny.”

My hands are all over her ass. Even with the latex of her costume, fondling and mashing her cheeks feels so good, so right. She starts rubbing my crotch with her thigh. I’m hard enough to poke holes in the brick wall. She whispers in my ear. “Come on baby. I’d be so happy, so grateful.”

I run my nose from her shoulder to her ear and nibble a bit. Then I bury my face in her long blond hair. I grab her tit and go kiss her lips. She turns her face. What a first rate tease.

“Maybe,” I say. I start thumbing her nipple and I feel it. Her body starts to tremble and her nipple goes hard, I mean really hard. I can sense her breathing changing; she’s holding it; the Amazon curse is in play. I’ve seen this a hundred times with Midnight Avenger and Batbabe.

“Come on, baby. Talk to me,” she moans.

I find her zipper under the corset. It’s goes down all the way to her butt crack. Her eyes go wide and I hear her suck in her breath. Keep your mind on business, I tell myself. “Ah, the Ripas, Toni,” I start. Give her a little at a time; don’t force it. Just a little. “There’s this…. drop off. It’s big, really big. The whole works is going on sale.”

“When, where? Come on, give with the details.”

My hand is between her legs; her skin is so warm. I start stroking her anus and it tightens up hard. My fingers move to her pussy lips. I stroke them just right and they get wet, real wet. What’s the expression; sopping wet?

 “Just say it, baby,” she literally purrs. She then raises the stakes. She tries to kiss the corner of my mouth, I time it just right, turn my head and we have a full on lingering kiss. “Come on, Johnny. Tell me.”

I raise the stakes too; my fingers penetrate her, going two knuckles in. “Uggh,” she moans.

“Oh God, you’re hot,” I tell her. Her corset is on the ground. The zipper is down all the way and I peel back the tight latex catsuit to expose her tits; they don’t disappoint. Those globes are everything I fantasied and more.

“Information first,” she cries out. I’m about to attack her tits with my mouth but she grabs my hair to stop me with one hand and uses her other hand to go after my crotch. She rubs my shaft hard with her magnificent fingers. Now I’m having problems concentrating. “Tell me, Johnny. What do the Ripas have going?”

“They’re selling all the heroin you let slip through your finger. The exchange is tonight, in little over two hours.”

“Where’s it going down?”

“In the alley behind that burnt out hotel on Griffin Street.” Then it happens. Her fingers work their magic and I shoot my wad. “Shit!” I say.

“Oh, you soiled your undies.” Her breathing labored. “I’m disappointed, I was going to blow you. Maybe next time.”

I stand there watching Catgirl get dressed, zipping herself up. It took a while, putting that corset back on. “Hey, if you blow me I’ll forget about the nine hundred and we’ll be square.”

“We’ll see,” she answers. “I’ll check out the info and then decide how I pay up.”

“Sorry, it doesn’t work that way. If you pass on the blow job now, then you either pay the nine hundred or we check in to a motel and go around the world a couple of times. Let’s just call that interest,” I smiled.

She didn’t respond; just put her corset on and flies off. I watch her as she became a dot in the sky, made sure there was no one else around, reached in to my hidden pocket and pulled out my smart phone. I keep the thing powered off when I don’t use it so as not to be tracked by the GPS chip. When powered on I hit the recall button and deep masculine voice, probably Toni’s man Edward, came on the line.

“Yeah?”

“Tell Ms. Toni Johnny Orto wants to talk to her. She’s expecting my call.”

“Silence, then “Johnny?” It’s her.

“It’s done,” I say.

“Catgirl got the tip?”

“Yeah, I told her the tale, she just flew off a minute ago. You have about two hours.”

“Terrific,” she says. You can hear the glee in her voice. “You sure you gave it to Catgirl?”

“Her and her alone.”

“Excellent. You did good Johnny. I’ll transfer the ten grand to your account right away.” The line goes dead.

I powered off the phone and stick it back in my secret pocket. I stand there leaning against the alley wall. There are two possibilities: if Toni’s plan goes off then obviously I’ll never see that nine hundred bucks or enjoy a night of passion with the pussycat, unless I visit her in whichever whore house Toni sells her to. If Catgirl escapes, not an altogether unlikely possibility, then I have a feeling that tonight is not the last time Catgirl and I will play stash the salami in one of her pleasure holes. The Amazon curse is a funny thing and tonight something click. I have a feeling that if there is a next time it’s not going to be so hard to get Catgirl out of her catsuit.

 

I arrive at the hotel room at half past midnight. I check my laptop to see the feed from the camera at the Excelsior and test the zoom. If Catgirl gathers a team they’d be on top of a building. I hope it’s not the one I’m in. No, they usually gather at the tallest building in sight and this dump is not it. I scan out the window and I see the Langston Building, a ten story office building to the east. It’s near enough for them to get a good view of the alley. I get my night vision binoculars and look. Yes! There they are on top of the Langston Building. The girls are consistent, of course that means they’re also predictable. I see Catgirl and that Kunoichi. Just then Glory Gal and her sidekick Glory Girl arrive. The Glory Girls are dressed alike; they’re both in white with thigh boots and opera gloves. Masks are identical and they have the wide belts that are their objects of power. I can describe them but I’d be repeating myself. They all look eminently fuckable; prime fuckmeat. I zoom in with my binocular. Judging by the body language and the expression on their faces I’m able to see, they are in good spirits; confidence is high, as they say in the military.

This looks good. Whatever is going to happen I have a courtside seat. I’m recording the whole thing. I gotten ten grand from Toni, a C note from Catpuss and maybe I can earn something from the video recording. Shaping up to be a good night. Then it turns sour; Midnight Avenger shows up. Midnight Avenger has taken to paying me for the info I sell her with sex; great sex. Over the last several months I check in to a mid-level hotel on the outskirts of town and we fucked out brains out. She keeps her mask and choker on and nothing else. I’m not one of these guys who gets off fucking heroines while they’re still wearing their boots and gloves. I like them in their birthday suit as much as possible. I have no delusions that it’s anything more than just hot sex but you can’t fuck a woman so long and so well and not feel something. If Midnight Avenger were to go down tonight, I’d be very disappointed. I know getting unmasked and sold in to slavery is an occupational hazard, still I’d miss her. We’ve had some great times.

Five heroines; half the number of masks that work this town. The Amazings and Golden pair have not shown and neither has the witch Jazz. They huddle, with Glory Gal doing most of the talking. Then they move. Midnight and Glory Girl fly to the rooftop of the building I’m in. It’s opposite from the Langston Building. The other three stay on top of the Langston building.  Kunoichi goes to the corner of the roof. Glory Gal and Catgirl stay at the center of the roof. I scan the sky for any sign of Dynamo but there’s none. So what’s the plan?

A little after one it begins. A dark SUV, the kind Toni Ripa likes to go around in, turns in to the alley from the east. A van follows right behind it. The two vehicles drive half way down the alley and stop; headlights go dark. Three minutes later another van enters the alley from the opposite side. It stops within fifteen feet of the SUV. The SUV’s lights come on and the doors open on all three vehicles. A woman and two gorillas come out of the SUV, two more big powerful looking thugs get out of the van behind them. Two other weight lifters come out of the opposite van. The smell of steroids must be overwhelming down there. They all meet in the middle between the two sets of vehicles. I can’t make out if the woman is Toni Ripa and I’m not going to zoom in to get more details on her face. I don’t want Toni seeing her face on the news when I sell the video; the cops might figure out a way to use it against her. She might figure out I’m behind it and I wouldn’t want that. The woman looks like Toni; brunette dressed in black leather. It’s probably her.

One man on each side is carrying a suitcase. The man on Toni’s side puts his case on the ground and opens it. I see it’s full of brick shaped packages. One of the men on the opposite side puts his case on the ground and opens it. It looks like it’s full of currency. If this is a set up, then there’s probably no dope in there or anywhere around. Just in case things go wrong, Toni would not risk losing her merchandise or having it used against her in court. Just like there’s probably no real money in the case; only funny money. Another thing, the mics are not picking up any sound; no conversation at all. They’re not talking, none of them; it’s all for show.

The sight of the phony exchange sets everything in motion. The masks all drop down from their perches on to the alley. Glory Girl and Kunoichi both land on opposite ends of the alley; probably to keep anyone from escaping. At the same moment the other three masks land in the middle; Glory Gal landing nearest to the suitcases.

She yells, “Halt, in the name of the law!”

I can’t believe she said that. Who talks like that? I haven’t heard a line like that since I saw some old cop movie from the sixties. She punches and kicks the men, knocking them down to the ground. They all pull out guns but don’t fire. Why should they? Bullets don’t hurt heroines.  Then Glory Gal pulls out a pair of handcuff and dangles them in front of Toni.

“You’re under arrest,” she says.  “I’m going to enjoy slapping these cuff on your ass bitch.”

“In your wet dreams, Glory Slut,” Toni answers.

“You bet. We’ve been dreaming of bringing you down for a long time. These cuff will look great on you.”

“They’ll look even better on you!”

That voice, it came in over the mics. It’s Dynamo. She’s right above them. I hear this big bang; Dynamo lets loose with bright flashes of lighting from each hand. Glory Gal is engulfed in a bright light then collapses like a bungle of rags on the ground. Toni and the men move fast. They grab Glory Gal, lay her out face down, remove her wide belt and cuff her hands behind her with the very handcuffs she bought to use on Toni. It was done so fast, none of the other heroines had a chance to react. It’s like they rehearsed it several times to get it so quick.

Then the trap is sprung. Men dressed completely in black spill out of the vans and surrounding buildings in to the alley; all have guns. At first I’m confused; what good are guns against masks? I quickly realize they are not guns, they’re Tasers. Seeing what Dynamo’s blast did to Glory Gal it makes sense. Glory Girl is the next one to fall. She gets hit by a Taser and drops just like her mentor, and just like her mentor the process is repeated. Men pile on her removing her belt and punching her in to submission. They bind her hands behind her back using zip-ties. Midnight Avenger is hit next, followed by Kunoichi. Catgirl moves to help but she’s hit in her ass cheek, jolted and hits the ground, her body throwing spasms. A couple of men grab her arms and pull her along, her feet dragging the ground. Dynamo goes up to Catgirl’s face. I hear her voice coming in on the mics. “You won’t be needing this anymore,” as she takes Catgirl’s object of power.

The heroines are bought in front of Toni and forced to kneel in front of her. Glory Gal and Midnight Avenger front and center. Catgirl next to her mentor, Kunoichi next to Glory Gal and Glory Girl at the end. They did a number on Glory Girl, she looks beat up, barely conscious, her top removed and big tits exposed for all to marvel at. Some of the men gather the objects of power and laid them in front of Toni’s feet. Toni is flying high; has the look of a little kid in the toy shop.

“My look at the time,” she says with pure joy in her voice. “Is it unmasking time already?”

Ok, I have to admit, I’m impress. Toni’s trap worked; in a bold move she’s taken out half of Synne City’s heroine in one night. I wasn’t sure she could pull it off and I don’t mind telling you the sight gives me a hard woody.

“So, who’ll be first?” Toni asks.

It’s what happens next that’s so hard to explain. Feminists are always going around saying that men think with their cocks, well that night it was Toni who was doing her thinking through her cunt.

Toni is feeling high. She’s on verge of becoming a legend; no one had ever taken out five heroines in one shot. As I said, half of the Synne City heroine corp. Until the Amazon Council could arrange for new heroines to come over, Synne City would become wide open. Toni is determined to savor the moment. She puts on a show. One of her thugs pulls out a cell phone and starts transmitting the whole scene. It’s brilliant, once their secret identities are revealed to the public there’s no going back; it’ll be all over for these five heroines.

Toni begins with Glory Girl at the end of the line. She undoes her ponytail, letting her long blond hair loose, plays with her tits a bit, feels her cunt and comments on how wet Glory Girl is and how she promised her to Dynamo as a gift. I felt a twinge of disappointment. If she’s not going to sell her to some pimp I’ll never get a shot at her. That sucks.

Toni moves on to Kunoichi, exposing her breath taking tits. So much for the stereotype that Japanese women all have small breasts; Kunoichi is very well endowed. Toni played with her fabulous tits for a while and it was having an effect on the heroine. Toni makes it worse for Kunoichi by playing with her cunt. She circles the outside of Kunoichi pussy, firing up her lust but by not inserting her finger in to the heroine’s pussy she’s not getting any relief. Soon Kunoichi was out of her mind and even without the penetration she lets loose with machine gun orgasms. It’s great to watch. I’m already planning my trip to whatever whore house she’d end up in.

Midnight Avenger is next and this one is really strange. Toni walks around Midnight, starts stroking her cheek and hair, like I’ve done a hundred time. I feel a little jealous, like Toni is touching something of mine. Toni yanks Midnight’s head back and gives her a deep kiss.

“Here you are again, you belong to us. This time you won’t escape, you will learn to obey and be a…. Good Girl.”

The change that comes over Midnight is unbelievable. It’s her voice on the speaker but it’s not her. She goes in to panic. “No, please,” she begs. “I’ll be good!”

“Good girl,” Toni again says as she pets Midnight’s face. The lady I’ve done business with and fucked on a regular basis would never talk like that. I don’t claim that Midnight Avenger and I are soul mates or that we ever poured our hearts out to each other, but you can’t fuck someone on a regular basis and not get some idea of who they are and this is a side I never seen or even suspected existed.  “Now, let’s see how Good a Girl you really are. Tell me your real name,” Toni goes on.

For a minute she hesitates. She’s shaking. “I’m… I’m… My name is An… No!”  She shakes her head so violently I’m convinced she going to twist her neck. “I’m not going to do it; I won’t obey!” 

“Almost got you to tell me,” Toni smiles. “You will obey, bitch. Count on it.”

Toni then moves over to Glory Gal. She starts taunting Glory Gal calling her Ms. Inglorious and asking her if her head still hurts from Dynamo’s blast; even offers her an aspirin. I’m enjoying the show a lot, but something is bothering me and I’m not sure what. A little voice in the back of my head is saying something but I don’t know what. Meanwhile Toni really goes to work on Glory Gal. She unzips Glory Gal’s bustier and tosses it aside and then rips off her short-shorts revealing Glory Gal’s completely bare cunt. She’s as smooth as creamy ice cream. A super microscope couldn’t find a pubic hair anywhere on Glory’s cunt. If it’s all possible my cock gets even harder.

“Your completely waxed bare,” Toni observes. “Not a pubic in sight. A full on Brazilian. See if her sidecunt has one too.”

A couple of thugs check and nod that Glory Girl does.

Toni laughs. “Why would both of you have Brazilians? Maybe you two are more than just mentor and sidekick, maybe you also share a bed. She leans forward and say, “How about it Glory Cunt? You too blond bimbos’ lovers?” Toni starts expertly rubbing Glory Gal’s pussy with one hand while her other works Glory’s hard, inflated nipples. Dynamo lifts Glory’s head up and gets in to a long deep kiss, the kind you use to see in the movies. The really interesting thing is it looks like Glory is kissing back. Toni starts running her tongue up Glory’s neck all the while shoves her fingers deep in to Glory’s pussy. Glory reacts; her back arches and makes sound partly muffled by Dynamos mouth that is still kissing her. Then the machine gun orgasms come fast and furious.

“She’s almost tamed already,” Toni brags. “The bigger the heroine, the harder they fall.”

I’m having a good time watching these heroines fall, their humiliation is so perfect especially that bitch Glory Gal. I haven’t forgotten her breaking my nose a year ago. I will definitely be near the head of the line when that bitch starts turning tricks. It’s a pleasure seeing how she started out bragging about how she was going to put those cuffs on Toni and now lying limp on the ground broken and defeated.

But that voice in the back of my head is still there. It’s my danger warning voice and it’s going off. I usually ignore it at my peril. What is bothering me? Then it hits me. Toni hasn’t unmasked anyone yet. What the fuck is she waiting for? She’s dragging the moment out and really enjoying herself. I then realize that the objects of power are all still lying on the ground where the thugs dropped them. Isn’t that how Toni’s brother got taken down. He had Midnight and Catpussy in his power and they turned the tables on him because they managed to get their objects of power back he and his men left lying around.

Toni moves on to Catcunt. I’m anxious to see what Toni does to her. She’s another target to visit in the next few days. I hope Toni sells Cat to Mistress Tabitha. She owes me a favor and I’m sure I can get her to let me cut the line. Toni walks around here several times, her heels making a strange popping sound on my mics, like someone was popping gum.

“Thank you,” Toni says. “You did a perfect job of luring your friends in to my trap tonight.”

Oh, oh, my bad feeling just got elevated to catastrophic.

“What are you talking about?” Catgirl asks.

Toni doesn’t answer. Instead she used her finger with a long nail to trace Catpuss’s mask. She slides under the edge of the mask. At last she’s finally going to unmask someone. It’s about time. The problem is the stupid bitch can’t stop talking.

“You made a perfect catspaw,” Toni goes on. “I feed you the information and you ate it up. Even better you bought all your hot friends to my unmasking party. You’re such a patsy.”

I sit there staring at a close up of Catbitch’s face on my laptop screen and the reaction is not one of defeat but one of pure mindless rage. Her face turns red. It suddenly becomes obvious to me that Toni just made a big mistake. Catgirl does a sudden violent twisting movement that surprises the man restraining her and lets her slips his hold.

She quickly gets on her feet, screaming, “You fucking bitch!” and promptly head-butts Toni, smashing her perfect nose. The blood spurts out as Toni falls back. Then things happen very fast. Catgirl starts throwing high kicks at the men around her.

While Catgirl is going ape shit, Glory Gal suddenly comes alive and throws a kick at Dynamo; not a very good kick but it enrages Dynamo who shots an energy bolt at Glory that knocks her back down. But Dynamo doesn’t stop there. She yells ‘Die bitch!’ grabs Glory’s head with both hands and pumps energy in to her helpless victim. Glory Gal muscles tense up tight, her back arches and her face has a bizarre look; a combination of shock, searing pain and a look of …confusion or maybe of being lost. I’ve never seen anything like that. Dynamo releases her. For a couple of second Glory stands there and then falls forward. Dynamo says something but I don’t hear it.

Glory Girl freaks out worse that Catgirl did a minute before and plows in to Dynamo knocking her down. Catgirl follows up with yet another kick in to Dynamo’s head. Kunoichi gets loose and starts fighting with the men around. Then it gets worse for Toni Ripa; Catgirl spots the objects of power on the ground where Toni had left them and goes for them. One of Toni’s goons realizes what Catgirl is doing and he also goes for them, but Catgirl gets there first and now has them.

I’m not looking at the monitor anymore. Now, I’m looking out the window down at the chaos going on in the alley. My arms are crossed and I’m shaking my head. Here we go again. I’ve caught this act so many times before. I have to wonder is there some genetic defect in all the bad guy in Synne City that makes the leave the objects of power lying around unprotected. Is it some brain defect that makes them forget to lock them up?

Midnight yells out “They’re getting away!” She’s right, the van and SUV are backing out of the alley. Toni must be in the SUV because I don’t see her anywhere in the alley.

Dynamo is now kicking the shit out of Glory Girl. It’s fun to watch because Glory Girl is naked with her hands bound behind her by zip-tie. Her tits are swinging like crazy as she tries to kick Dynamo. Dynamo punches her in face and kicks her shaved pussy. Catgirl flies toward her but Dynamo sees her and fires an energy bolt forcing Catbitch to divert course. This buys Dynamo time, giving her a chance to get away, but first she does something unexpected. She scoops up the defeated Glory Gal, then makes her escape, taking Glory with her. No one goes after them.

Catbitch gives all the other heroines their objects of power back, including giving Glory Girl both hers and Glory Gal’s. For the next several minutes they fight it out with the remaining Ripa thugs. It’s fun to watch. Glory Girl is still naked, Kunoichi and Midnight still have their tits exposed and bouncing loose in all directions. I feel like I’m watch some action porn video; it’s actually funny as well as erotic and it distracts the thugs they’re fighting. I’m recording it all. Eventually all good things come to an end and the goons all get away. Then it gets even more interesting again. All these cars of every kind, trucks, vans, sedans and some SUVs, with loud powerful engines, show up directing their high beams in to the alley; blinding the masks. All the vehicles look tricked out.  About thirty young men get out, surrounding the heroines and yelling cat calls and taunts at the them. They’re all wearing gang colors. Local gangbanger; asshole all but dangerous just the same. I count three different gangs; the noise probably attracted them. Finding naked or near naked heroines standing in the alley they must all think Santa Claus came early. The horniness level must be sky high. The heroines decide enough is enough for one disastrous night. Catgirl grabs Glory Girl and flies off. Midnight and Kunoichi follow right behind. I sit there in the cheap hotel room trying to make sense of it all.

 

 

I turned on my phone to monitor any news on tonight’s events when I get a call from a source saying that Toni is going to auction Glory Gal off to the highest bidder on this web site. I though he was kidding; Glory Gal still alive? How is that possible? Dynamo must have pumped enough energy to deep fry her brain. I go to the site and hack in. It’s an auction’s chat room. They are going to live stream it. It begins with a slow panning bottom to top of Glory Gal naked body tied spread eagle on a king size bed. She’s only wearing her white mask, boots, gloves and some minor jewelry. It looks like they already started in on her. Her long platinum blond hair is a mess. Her whole naked body is gleaming with sweat, her face is flushed and her bare pussy is wet and dripping.

Dynamo is hosting the event, if that’s what you want to call it. She makes a big deal of removing her glove and goes to work on Glory’s bare pussy, at first manipulating then finger fucking it while every so often she licks Glory’s over inflated clit. You can hear Glory’s groans and quick screams in the background. After a little while, the camera pans up to Glory’s magnificent tits as the bounce and jiggle. I can’t remember when I’ve ever been so horny than when I watched those tits bouncing around like now.

“Welcome to Glory Gal’s last moment as a super heroine.” Dynamo says. She then goes off on a tangent about how she’s the one that captured Glory and how she’s so much hotter that the heroine. I really wasn’t listening, being mesmerized by those Jello mounts going all over the place. Dynamo takes a long sloppy lick of one of Glory’s nipples and says something else about defeating Glory Gal. What a drama queen.

The camera closes in a Glory’s face. Dynamo French kisses her then removes the bottom of her costume. She sits on Glory’s face with her pussy over her mouth and then goes forward to do a 69 with her. Glory Gal’s reaction is quick; her hips lift off the bed, bucking like crazy. The orgasm follows shortly after as Glory screams her head off. Dynamo is far from finished as she rubs her huge tits all over Glory’s face. She then moves down and does a scissor with Glory. This quickly brings another power orgasm from both Amazons. Glory’s really in to it. The show goes on for another hour. When Dynamo has had enough she announces its time to meet the woman behind the mask. The screen and the room goes silent as Dynamo makes a big show of pulling off the mask. I’m ready to yell at the screen, alright already, do it. Dynamo does. It took a second for the camera to get a good angle on Glory’s now naked face.

“Olivia Olsen!” Dynamo announces. “The crusading reporter is, or was Glory Girl!”

I’ve seen Olivia Olsen a few times before, but never spoken to her. I remember her coming up to the police chief at a crime scene asking him uncomfortable question while he shouted ‘No Comment’. I also saw her give the mayor a hard time during one of his press conference. She was a very annoying bitch, but I suppose that’s a good thing when you’re a crusading reporter. Anyway that’s over now. Her new profession is hooker. She pissed a lot of people off over the years as both Glory Gal and as a reporter, including me. I suspect the line to fuck her is going to be a long one. When the bidding ended it was Pimp Daddy who’s the big winner. She was going to generate a lot of money for him.

 

 

“You sound disappointed Toni Ripa did not succeed in taking all the heroines down,” Briggs comments.

I finished telling them my highly edited version of event leading up to Olivia Olsen’s current situation. “No, not really,” I answer. “You can’t be disappointed if you have nothing at stake. It didn’t matter to me who won or lost.”

“I think he’s disappointed he’s not going to score with them,” the woman speaks for the first time. “You were looking forward to being the first one on line to fuck those bimbos.”

I smile at her. “Well yeah, there is that, of course.”

Her smile fades. “I imagine you’re a real bastard,” she goes on.

“You looking to find out first hand.”  Weird type of flirting.

“Enough,” Briggs interjects.

I sit there for a minute. “It’s not disappointment. What’s the word I’m looking for…bewilderment. I saw Toni Ripa snatch defeat from the jaws of victory and she did it in the most stupid way.”

“You’re going to give us an operational assessment?” Briggs smiles. “I’m very interested to get your take on what went wrong.”

“Ooh, ‘operational assessment’, I like that. Sure, no problem. Toni Ripa made two mistakes. First, if I had a dime for every time some gang had one or more heroines beaten but then lost because they left their objects of power lying around for the heroine to retrieve and turn the tables, I’d be living in a mansion on the French Rivera. It’s even more dumb for Toni Ripa since that’s how her brother got in trouble. She should have known better and locked all the objects of power up where the heroines could not retrieve them, instead of leaving them lying around.”

“Second, she lost focus. You ever hear of Frank Carlone?”

Briggs eyes narrow as he thinks for a moment. “Yeah, he’s muscle for the Ripas. He’s also a heavy hitter for them. He almost got sent up for murder one but the evidence mysteriously disappeared.”

“So did a couple of witnesses,” I added. “I know the guy. We workout in the same gym. He’s an animal, two hundred and forty pounds of muscle. I’ve seen him bench four hundred once and squat with four seventy-five. He was the man holding Catgirl that night. She didn’t have her object of power, so there no way she should have been able to twist free from his hold; so how did she do it?” Silence. “She did it because he was distracted. He was too focus on the show Toni and Dynamo were putting on with all the other heroines that he let his grip go slack. It was the same with all the other thugs there. They got so over confident it didn’t even occur to them the masks would even try. I can’t look at the video and keep focused on anything except what Toni and Dynamo were doing to the masks. Toni should have kept her eye on the prize. She should have exposed their identities right way without the big show and immediately gotten them out of there to a safe house. She had the whole night, the whole day, the whole week to humiliate, gloat and brainwash them. She shouldn’t have started in the alley. The longer she dragged it out, the better the chance that something could go wrong; and it did.”

Briggs and the girl stand there think through what I just said. “Well, thank you for your assessment. I guess we’re done.”

“I can be back in ninety minutes with the DVD,” I said.

“No, don’t come back here. We’ll set up an exchange today at the diner we picked you up in. Agent Serafina will be there to make the pickup. From now on, Serafina will be your contact. Any info you have will go through her.”

Interesting way of putting it; just info or is there anything else I can put through her. We all stand up. Another agent comes in to the room.  “Agent Mullins will escort you out.”

 

After Orto left and the door closed, Briggs looks at Serafina.

“Well, what do you think of him?”

“What a pervert, the way he looked at me. I have to go take a shower. I still feel naked from him undressing me with his eyes, and I don’t want to think what his going to fantasize doing to me in his dreams tonight.”

Briggs laughs. “Yes, it does boggle the mind, doesn’t it?”

“Is he really that good?”

“Better, his intel is priceless.”

“And you have no idea how he does it?”

Briggs again smiles. “I know how he does. I just wanted to see his reaction when I asked.”

Serafina sits down. “Since I’m going to be his contact, you mind sharing.”

Briggs puffs on pipe for a minute. “How much do you know about intelligence analysis?”

“Ok, I’ll admit it, not much.”

Briggs contemplates how he will explain it. “Ok, let me explain something. Forget all the bullshit you see in the James Bond and Jason Bourne movies. It doesn’t work that way; there’s no stealing the secret plans or formula. Clint Eastwood does not steal the new super fighter. You don’t kidnap the enemy agent and get him or her to talk. The way it really works is this: you gather bits of data, lots and lots of little bits of data; most of it either insignificant or meaningless by themselves. But when you put all these bits of useless data together, like a jigsaw puzzle, a bigger picture emerges. It gives you a basis to deduce what is happening or what will happen. That’s if you could see it; you don’t always see it. It’s not always obvious. The ability to figure it out is what makes some analysis better than others and why Orto may be one of the best. It really is a gift that you’re born with.”

“When Orto was in his teens he was living on the streets, homeless. Eventually he hooked up with a crew that was boosting cars. It worked well for a while until he was busted. Now, first time juvi offenders do not do time, they usually just get a warning or probation, but the DA want Johnny to roll on the other people in the crew and Johnny wouldn’t. In addition, Johnny drew one of those hanging judges that’s always promising to get tough on crime, so Johnny was sent to Brantford for a year.  Brantford closed down a little over a decade ago, they pulled the funding, but in its time it was a juvenile boot camp. The theory was a little military disciple would be good in reforming juvies. It was like going through basic training.

While Johnny was there this psyche major shows up, needing some material for his doctoral thesis. I forgot what he was trying to prove but he convinced the warden to let him run a battery of tests on some of the inmates. Johnny was one them.”

“Alright, don’t tell me, the test show Johnny was a super genius.”

“No. It did show Johnny has a way higher than average IQ but not genius and that was not the interesting part. It showed that Johnny had two natural talents. First, He can see details other people miss. It’s like he’s right out of a Sherlock Holmes book. Second, he can spot patterns and trends that are not obvious to other people. He can see relationships between seemingly unrelated facts. He’s a natural in abstract reasoning. These abilities are very handy when you’re dealing with raw data and trying to put together the jigsaw puzzle.”

“In another life Johnny might have gotten an MBA and worked on Wall Street figuring out what the next great stock is. In another life he might have gotten a political science or law degree and worked for the CIA or NSA, but he got dealt a different hand and he’s played it pretty well.”

Serafina gets a suspicious look on her face says. “You sound like you like him.”

“No, not like him, but on some level I admire him. He’s been through shit that would have beaten a lesser man to nothing and he’s still there punching away. Make no mistake about it, that man is a survivor and that’s what I admire about him.”

 

I walk out. Another fifteen large in my pocket. Not a bad day. There’s something else I didn’t feel a need to mention in my “operational assessment”. I feel it’s only a matter of time before Toni Ripa is finished. The Russians are in town and they’re smarter, tougher and have more will then she does; that night convinced me of that. The Russians would not have screwed up like she did. Toni’s father, the old man, would have had a chance at matching up against the Russians, but he’s upstate. Maybe Toni’s brother might have been able hold them off but he out of circulation too. Not Toni, she doesn’t have the smarts or the will; the Russians will eat her for lunch. It’s only a matter of time. I have a feeling that big changes are coming and the times ahead are going to get very interest in Synne City. It’s not a boring city and that’s why I love this town!

 

THE END