DANGEROUS DICKER

Story by misfit446

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DANGEROUS DICKER

Cara Thomas was your everyday normal girl. Well, she posed as that. She worked a lot, going from job to job with the lie that her mother was dying. The truth was that she had a more important job.

Everyone knows about the CIA. That government agency was a joke to most book and movie authors. But the agency that Cara worked for was known as the FEG, the Federal Elimination Group. This was a super secret agency. So secret that anyone who ever mentioned the initials was gone. TOTALLY gone.

The classic legend of the group was when Senator Jim Urban from Texas actually made a reference to the FEG in a speech with a list of other spaghetti groups; he died the next day in a horrible traffic accident even though no reporters or political pundits caught the admission.

The accident was planned. Any mention of FEG, EVER, meant death. Sure, the CIA still targeted persons of concern, even taking them out once in a while. The FEG, a black ops program born in the mid sixties had a one hundred percent hit record. Anyone they targeted, they hit, unlike the CIA or any other government intel groups. Should anyone mention Castro or Bin Laden?

Cara was a young buck when she began to compete in pistol target practice. At fourteen, she competed in the Olympics. She got a bronze. If she hadn’t got drunk with another female teammate the night before, fucking the night away, she knew she could have won the gold. It was an important lesson. You can lose a medal, not a target.

At sixteen, she was approached by a mysterious man. He knew all about her life, almost. It was scary at first. But when he mentioned being part of a team that would save the western world and help keep America safe, she was hooked. Her father was a veteran and knew the importance of fighting for the republic and freedom.

She accepted his deal. And at eighteen, even with barely B grades, she got a scholarship to a prestigious eastern school. The name of that school would stay a secret. She had no records, no attendance, no registration nor any extracurricular groups joined. She was a cipher on the campus, but got a nice education anyway for free.

Cara fucked around. She wasn’t stupid. Her new identity from the mystery man ensured she was never to be truly known. So she played the field. How many gay asses did she plow? How many drunk girls’ insides did she plaster with her cock curds? Even she couldn’t tell you.

Cara lived life to the fullest, learning what she had to, to get by. At graduation, she didn’t participate. She couldn’t. She didn’t exist, not in the eyes of the school administration. She sent a supplied certificate to her parents and went to the true schooling she had to do.

Under guard and blindfolded, she was taken to the middle of the fucking desert.

What state she was in was a mystery. Obviously it was a southwestern state, yet she didn’t know which one. It really didn’t matter.

She was tossed into a group of three other girls. They were known as Alpha Team. Cara was Alpha Four. The first three were one through three.

At their orientation, they were forbidden to mention names, home towns, anything personal. The only true instruction was to follow orders. No questions. One thing that made the women stiffen as if a steel pipe was shoved up their asses, was that they “didn’t exist” to the rest of the world. Family and friends would be mollified with fake letters and things. Even family and friend’s birthdays would be remembered by the ‘cover administration’.

They were issued black military fatigues that were invariably too big. So the four young women were led to a butt hot Quonset hut. They were assigned a studio sized apartment, two bunk beds off to one side. There was a toilet, sink and shower all in the open. A table and four chairs rounded out the amenities.

“Wow, first class,” Alpha two snorted, tossing her bag of clothing off to the side.

“Yeah, thought this was gonna suck,” Alpha one moaned.

Cara looked around and didn’t think it was THAT bad as she swatted flies. Hell, she’d lived in worse shit holes than this. She tossed her soft duffle up on one of the top bunks, claiming it wordlessly.

She eyed the girls. Alpha one was a short blonde, probably five feet or so. She had a nice shape, nothing huge or anything. Cute face, probably spoiled.

Alpha two was the tallest of the group, approaching five ten or so. She had an hourglass figure, judging from her waist with the added benefits of some nice tatas. Cara smirked at watching the braless boobs shimmying about under the large black blouse.

Alpha three seemed to be an enigma. She was definitely goth to the max. She had jet black hair with red streaks, a pierced eyebrow, nose and eight studs up each ear. She was petite, skin like alabaster, dark eye makeup. She seemed a few inches shorter than Cara.

Cara herself was no

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