Sweet little spy pt 26

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Sweet Little Spy part26

“Everything went smooth. We actually met a former member of the AACT.”

“Really, was she part of the program?”

“She was, she was like me and was pregnant.” I mentioned.

“Oh, Really.”

“Yeah, she is now director of Cheer operation for the Lions.” Lynn put her backpack and purse on the stairs.

“Now you both know that being in the program helps.” We nodded. “You girls hungry?” She asked.

“Yes,”Lynn responded.

“I am too, but I need to go. On the way home, I needed to go.”I answered as I headed to the downstairs bathroom. Finishing, as I went back to the kitchen, I talked to someone, “You have been a good girl, Emilia not bothering mommy too much.”

Of course as I walked into the kitchen, Lynn had to. “You do know that talking to yourself is a sign you are crazy.”

Responding. “No that is if you answer back. I think I have about maybe 2 -2 ½ years before I get answers.”

Mom made grilled cheese and tomato soup for the three of us. It made a little somebody happy.

Once lunch was finished. Me and Lynn did the dishes.

“Mom, I'm going to see if Paige can play.”

“Allison, Honey. She is most likely over her sisters.”

“That is right. Paige said she went over her sisters while her folks were at work. She lives on Briarwood. That is not that far, only a couple of blocks. Can I walk there, mom?”

Mom thought a couple minutes. “I don't see why not. You are more than capable of handling anything. Yes, you can.”

“thanks, mom. I should be able to get a ride home with Paige.”

I went to my room, made sure my sub compact sig 45 was ready in my purse. I also placed a small razor sharp knife in the special sheath inside my left shoe. Being what I was wearing, kind of hard to hide any other weapons.

I bounced down the stairs. Called. “OK, Mom. I am leaving now.” as I went out the door.

I walked along Bennet Ave. As normal I just walked along like any other 12 year old would do. Not a care in the world. How ever I was ready for anything. That old gray pickup was parked along the curb about 3 blocks down.

As I approached it I noticed one guy behind the wheel. I couldn't make out any features as the cab was tinted and it was parked in the shade. Maybe just some perv wanting to watch young girls.

I walked by it. I kept a watch for anything suspicious. The tailgate and topper were open.

I heard something to the left behind me. Just as I turned, a guy rushed me with a rag putting over my nose and mouth. I recognized it right away, chloroform.

With the procedure we have been desensitized to the affects of chloroform. However, we are trained to react to it as it did affect me. I struggled a few seconds then went limp.

I felt myself being lifted into the bed of the truck. The attacker climbed in with me closing up the back. He banged on the side. The truck started and we drove off. He moved me to an old mattress. It smelled disgusting. While my body was limp, I was still fully conscious, my eyes barely open. I saw and heard everything.

“We got a young one this time, earl.” The guy in the back called to the driver.

“Yeah, I bet she is still a virgin. I get to pop her cherry this time. You got the last one.”

So, these sleaze balls have done this before. It is time for a end to it. I thought. The one in back with me stroked my hair. He had a nasty smell about him too. God I'll need a shower after I am finished here.

I waited for these perverts to stop. The truck made a few turns then seemed to be on a bumpy road. I could see a canopy of trees out the back window. I heard brush scraping down the side. It must be a trail of some kind. From the way the truck moved it made a 3 point turn. This must be the place. It backed up and lurched to a stop. The driver killed the engine.

The guy in the back with me. Picked me up and carried me to the back. The driver opened the tailgate. The guy placed me on the tailgate. The driver took me from there and carried me and laid me on a picnic table. It must be some park. When I was laid down I was able to move my head to look towards them. Still pretending to be out.

Quietly, “You are right, Pete. She is a young one, gonna be great taking this ones cherry.” He pawed my breasts, and rubbed my crotch.

“Uuuuuhhhhhh,” I pretended to be coming around.

“Get the gag, she coming around.” Earl called to Pete. Who was still by the truck.

When he turned to look at Pete, that is when I struck. Earl's crotch was about even with the top of the picnic table. So, with all my enhanced strength. I kicked him right in the family jewels. He doubled over in pain. With the knife hidden in my shoe. I gave Earl another smile 3”below his mouth. I sliced his throat.

He gurgled something than dropped to the ground.

“what was that, Earl.” Pete turned holding a gag and some zip ties. Seeing Earl on the ground. He dropped what he was holding. He ran towards me.

I faked being unsteady on my feet. As he rushed me that was a big mistake. I sidestepped his rush. Driving him to the ground, right into the pool of blood from Earl. Covered in dirty blood, He took a couple swings at me. Which I was able to dodge. He tried to tackle me, again I drove him to the ground once again. I jumped on his back. Grabbing his head, his chin in my left hand.

Just before I twisted his head, snapping his neck. “I'll let you in on a little secret, I am no longer a virgin, because I am pregnant.” with one quick motion I heard an audible crack. He slumped under me. Getting up, I checked myself for any blood residue. I was able to take care of these dirt balls without messing up anything. I searched both of the bodies. I didn't find much on Pete. But Earl had about $1000 in cash. Both had cell phones. I kept the best one. Along with the money. I checked the truck finding the keys in it.

'Thinking, I don't really know how far I was from home. I didn't want call mom to come get me. She would freak. I wound up driving the truck almost home. Parking it about 2 blocks from home.

Making sure I wiped down everything I touched. After getting out I just went merrily on my way back home.

“Hi, Mom” I walked into the house.

“Hi, Sweetie. I didn't expect you home until later.”

“I got lost.” I hid my face. “I wound up by my school.”

“You really got turned around.”

“Yeah, I found Brierwood on the way home. I figure it was to late and came home.”

“OK, you can try another day. With tomorrow being Saturday you can play with her all day.”

“Yeah,” I headed up stairs. First hitting the bathroom. Then to my room. Closing the door. I fired up my secure lap top. I was able to monitor any dispatch center in America. I pulled up Oakland County Sheriffs, and Bloomfield hills police. It monitored in real time. I could seen when someone types in any call.

As I watched the dispatches. I talked to my daughter. “Hows my little angel doing. Well we rid the world of two predators today. Just the two of us. You were just a good girl.”

I watched as the sheriffs dispatch screen began going nuts. 2 hikers at Rivers edge park found two men dead. One with his throat slashed.

“Interesting, Huh, Miss Emilia. Two guys dead. I guess they must have messed with the wrong person.” I giggled, smiling.

I watched for a while. Emt showed up. They called in the corner. Looks like a lot of people. I watched for about ½ hr. As soon as they reported that the media showed up. I shut down. I could see the rest on the news.

“Miss Emilia, you are being a pain.” I told my little girl as she was making me go once again. I can just imagine her in my womb giggling.

“What am I going to do with you, Miss Emilia Lauran Wilson.” I said as I headed down stairs.

“I'll take her.” I heard mom say.

“I know that, you and grandpa are going to spoil her so rotten.”

“We are not going to be THAT bad.”

“Sure, and I am the president.”

“Madam president, would you like something to drink?”

“Just some water would be great. Thanks. Mom.”

Mom handed me my glass of water. “Thank you, grandma.”

Mom sat in her normal chair. With a big smile on her face.

Getting comfy on the couch, “So, what is the big grin for?”

“I'm just happy with our family. Now I have 2 daughters and a granddaughter on the way. When 4 months ago, everything was going to hell with us.”

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

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I’m kind of surprised.......

D. Eden's picture

That she didn’t clue her sister in to what happened - and I would have expected some kind of reporting structure for the girls. You would expect her to have some kind of direction, and some back up in case there was a clean up issue.

Maybe next chapter?

D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

Messed with the Girl

Samantha Heart's picture

Well these two idiots DID mess with the wrong person lol. I wonder & kind of surprised that she dosen't have to report the incident to the program via secure transmission.

Love Samantha Renée Heart.

Better for being in the program?

Jamie Lee's picture

Mom and dad washed their hands of their son and sold him to spies are us. Where he was transformed into a girl and was impregnated because he got his girlfriend pregnant. And he's better off? Maybe if mom and dad had been mom and dad and led by example they would still have a son.

Mom doesn't know the whole truth about her daughters. She doesn't know they're trained killers if necessary. She hasn't clue her youngest just took out two scum bags who would have raped her otherwise.

Their family was going to hell when they had a son? And they didn't acknowledge they were responsible, and their son acted from what he learned from them. If mom knew what her darlings were capable of she'd redefine her previous belief in hell. Because if either girl is found out, then that family will be going through hell as they all are interrogated.

Others have feelings too.

Been Waiting

I am not trying to be rude but I am tired of having to wait for the next update it's been to long. Is everything alright is there anything that we can do to help you out?

Cell phones

Well, cell phones have an unique device ID, which is usually transmitted to the network provider. With that number and the telephone number (and a registered owner name) the location of the phone can be determined. So in case of a murder the police WILL check the network providers for a phone listed under the victim's name. That means taking a phone from one of the perps is an EXTREMELY stupid idea. That means 2 things: 1st: the trainers in the program are (at least partially) amateurs when it comes to spy stuff, because they should have told Allison not to do such a thing; 2nd: is it possible that Allison's dad is a skinflint when it comes to his child? Because why else would Allison take a phone if she already had one of her own? And since the organization behind the program (let's call them SOBs for short) provided her with all the weapons a top of the line phone (with spy stuff added on) would have been one of the 1st things they should have given her.
On another matter: a program such as that usually costs tons of money. Either the SOBs are funded by the government (top secret) or by black funds unknown to the government. They have to be if they can get away with murdering children ("...one more outburst from you and you will be eliminated"). And these SOBs usually extract their pound of flesh (with interest) later. What is suspicious is that the SOBs are loitering in the halls of courtrooms on the lookout for parents who are in search for "quick and easy" fixes for their "problem" sons. What CJ would have needed was the help of a psychologist and then maybe psychotherapy. But there are parents who won't do that, either because their insurance doesn't cover that (bad insurance system, no cookie for you) or it could be then revealed that the parents themselves are the real problem (heaven forbid, we can't have that). The impression CJ made at the beginning was of an emotionally neglected boy whose education was left to the TV (with mostly unsupervised adult oriented entertainment).

I've always felt

that it isn't talking to yourself, or even answering yourself, and not even arguing with yourself that is a sign that you are crazy. No, the true sign of insanity is if you lose those arguments. And yes, I know that is true, because I lose those arguments all of the time. They're coming to take me away, ha ha, they're coming to take me away, ho, ho. And I'll be happy to see those nice young men and their clean white coats.