PEDRO'S CHOICE_The Graveyard Gang_Agent Three by Blessing .O._Lionel Frank and the Belle of Wich
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PEDRO'S CHOICE
He had been nicknamed ‘Pwww.onedoor.ccedro’ while in America and the name had stuck. He was an athletic young man about 27, tall, fair and handsome with neatly combed hair and a trim moustache. He had gone to the USA in early life and had a degree in petrochemicals. His sponsor – a relative – had said “Pedro, you’ve a degree and experience here. I think you should go back to India. Mehrchand who is chief of Zica Chemicals is offering you a research job.” Pedro had come back to India and was part of Zica Chemicals. That was a year ago. Zica had two pisions one petrochemicals and two chemicals for manufacture...
The Graveyard Gang
It was dead silent and the chilling breeze added to my discomfort. Mark seemed completely relaxed as we walked among the tombstones and was even whistling lightly.It was late fall and winter seemed to have come early this year. The ice-cold rain made it all the more miserable. Even so, we pushed on."Why did I ever agree to this?" I thought"Was proving myself in this stupid bet worth it? Ah who am I kidding, I'd look like a total bitch if I backed out now wouldn't I?"Mark seemed to read my discomfort and grins."You wussing out already Eli, you know the nights just began right?"I look at him wit...
Agent Three by Blessing .O.
PROLOGUE"You saved my ass out there today. Thanks" said One."I'd do it again" Three said.The water from the shower head cascaded down her shoulders. Drowning out the usual shouts of "FBI!!! Don't move!!! Hands where I can see them!!!" whenever they burst through a door, washing off every form of filth, purging her of bloodstains and making her feel brand new like a baby wrapped in a shawl and placed in a cot after a bath. She dried her hair softly, slid a t-shirt and a grey pant over. These last few days had been somewhat mournful following a mission that went south with the death of four F...
Lionel Frank and the Belle of Wichita
“We all mess up sometimes, Carol.” Lionel Frank said to Carol Cruz, the bartender standing directly in front of him. She sighed, “I know.” He looked around the bar before asking, “So why has no one forgiven me?” “You really don’t realize, do you?” Carol rolled her eyes and turned to dry four clean glasses, while still trying her best to keep an eye on the only person sitting at the bar. He shrugged and stated, “I can’t realize anything because there is nothing to think about or realize, Carol.” She stopped cleaning, took a deep breath, and explained, “You do have something to realize. If you d...