Maxine Stone's New Life
Chapter 339

Copyright© 2011 by carniegirl

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 339 - Maxine stone is a retired Air Force Noncom trying to get by in a small town. Her new life is filled with small characters and minor adventures.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Ma/Ma   Consensual   Reluctant   Coercion   Gay   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Mystery   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Transformation   Prostitution  

There were lots more details passed on by the Deacon. In the end I had to admit that Deacon was competent, smart as hell, and blood thirsty. When it ended, I had my own ideas. I did listen and evaluate everything he said to me.

Part one of the plan I could not disagree with at all. We were to be flown to the small country whose name I doubt that more than one out of ten Americans had ever heard. It was another grass strip for us when we arrived. Deacon informed me that it was maintained by something called ROXX. It stood for some kind of revolutionaries army hiding in the jungle. I didn't give a crap whose strip it was as long as I didn't have to shoot my way onto it.

We were ready to leave when the Deacon slipped something heavy into my pack. "You are going to love these, I guarantee it," he said grinning at me. When the Deacon grinned I realized he was missing several teeth.

"So thanks for the briefing. I'll take care of this or you can push the destruct button on me." I said.

"Sweetie, I don't need or want your permission. If it ends for you in that shit hole, it's just the way it goes. I doubt that you can even come back to haunt me." he said grinning again.

"Fair enough and when your number comes up on the kill list, I promise I won't even blink an eye," I said.

"Then we do understand each other. Good luck and remember a river of blood. Just killing them isn't enough." The Deacon said it without any joy in his voice. It was just business to him.

I filed all the information he passed on to me under, when I need it I'll review it. In the meantime I was ready to get on with the job. It was the only thing I felt, when I climbed into the back of that airplane. I took a seat beside Eve and put my pack onto the seat behind me, just as Eve had done.

"You ready for this?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied. I had forgotten how straight up, all business Eve was. Even after they did the personality upgrade, that model still lacked spontaneity. Or maybe it was something else missing. Something I didn't even understand. Either way Eve could pull off being human, but only if a human or maybe me did the majority of the talking.

The flight south took most of the night. We had a different pilot for the flight, but I had expected nothing less. The sun had been up only an hour or so when the plane touched down. We grabbed our packs and left the plane quickly. The sprint into the jungle was an easy one.

I watched the plane take off, which in effect stranded me with the EVE unit. If the shit went rank and we survived, it would be a long walk home. The extraction plan had better work, or Deacon Burke would be the first one I killed, when I got home.

In the meantime we had a five mile walk through the jungle just to get within sight of the town. Then another ten miles to the hacienda. We were at the edge of the town by noon. I backed us away from the village but followed the road closely.

"Okay Eve, let's hide our packs and walk into town." I said softly.

"That isn't the plan," Eve said to me but it was the controller talking.

"We are operational. When you are in the field the plan changes by the minute. Now hide your pack and let's go." I said.

"What is the new plan," the controller asked through Eve.

"I'll let you know, when I know," I said softly. "Now hide your fucking pack or I'm leaving without you." I remembered the override code, but I also remembered Deacon's admonition not to take over lightly.

Before I put my pack along side hers behind the bush, I removed the wad of good old US cash. We cut a few pieces of brush to lay over the packs before we walked away. Entering the village was tricky, because we had to walk in on the only road. We started on the road well out of sight of the village. Then we just walked into town and hoped no one noticed.

My new found ability to read and speak Spanish was a great help. I didn't sound like a native, but I managed to find the local bike repair shop. It was after noon when I found myself in front of the middle aged bicycle mechanic.

"Good afternoon Sir," I said respectfully. "My friend and I came in on the bus and hour ago." Yes I had checked the bus schedule when we passed the bus pickup point. "We would like to rent or purchase two bicycle so that we might tour the area. I understand there is a very famous monastery several miles from town," I said. I doubt that he cared about anything except our ability to pay.

He obviously recognized my accent. "Five U.S. Dollars each," he said and nothing more.

"Is that to purchase or rent during our week's stay?" I asked.

"You buy them now. Then you donate them when you leave." he said.

"Fair enough," I said. Even though most of my money was in large bills, I had a couple of hundred dollars in smaller bills. "Two five dollar bills," I said as I handed them to him.

"Take any of those bikes outside," he agreed.

Eve and I had no need for gears, so I picked two of the smaller, simple coaster BMX type bikes. Eve and I rode away from the town after we checked out the police station. The local police were paramilitary, but there appeared to be only two of them. They did have a jeep type thing made by Toyota.

Eve kept watch while I broke off the tube which held the radiator cap and put it in my pocket to be disposed of a mile or so away ... It was a little more than ten miles to the site of the hit. I didn't think a car without a working radiator would make it that far. Of course it might, so I had to keep that in mind.

Eve and I began to pedal the two bikes out of town on the road away from the hacienda first. We rode back to the spot where we had left our packs. I slung the pack over my back with the leg of an old pair of jeans concealing the .22 mag rifle complete with ten power scope, which I had tied to the pack.

 
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