DANGEROUS DICKER

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.