ONE
“This is ironic,” mused Cindy, sprinting past the CrossFit gym.
Well, in fairness, only ironic to the degree she could spare the thought. Most of her focus was on the two of the original three black-clad assassins in pursuit and her one remaining shoe for self-defense.
It had _seemed_ like one of her simpler missions: disguise, infiltrate the gala, seduce the Prince, extraction before midnight. Hell, if she had known His Highness was so ...good on the dance floor...she might have tried this on her own, just to spice up the weekend.
At least she had the hair sample. What was the rationale? “Somethingsomething biometric encryption yada yada CRISPR etc.” Honestly, she had to start paying better attention to missions briefs. Now she was down one driver, one transport, and one half of a gorgeous pair of Valentinos.
On the other hand, the first goon was down one working instep, so it had been a good trade. Now she just needed to take out the other two, retrieve the shoe and catch the Yellow Line in time to clock in for her cubicle farm cover-job.
But when she saw Blue later tonight, the GDMTHR handler was going to get an EAR FULL.
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Author note: Well, I did warn you about the fiction. I’m going to try to release something fictional every Friday. Time will tell whether or not people will subscribe for this feature versus pay a premium to avoid it.
This one has its own backstory. It stared as a lark on Twitter. Twitter user REDACTED posted a question, and I took it as a writing promt. From this humble beginning, the Adventures of Cindy was born. The first few chapters were originally released as tweets. It…grew…from there. I hope you have fun reading it. I sure had fun writing.
Happy Friday.
Cheers, y’all.
David