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"Miss Archer in Peril"
Malory Archer and his son Sterling were babbling as usual in the ISIS offices. They sipped fine scotch from crystal glasses, the abuse of which was not a mystery at all within the agency.
Malory despite being no longer young was still a beautiful woman. She always wore elegant clothes, mostly business suits. That day she wore an entirely blue one. She was a strong and authoritarian woman. She had had to adapt to the events that life had faced, but most certainly it was the result of her choices. She was a mother and the head of an espionage agency simultaneously. Obviously there was a price to pay. Archer had not certainly become a man of impeccable morality and customs, just as his psychological stability was not very solid. For example, he often fell into childish attitudes. It was the case of that day.
"Archer you drive me crazy! Can't you be without your mother for two days?! Are you five years old?" Malory yelled.
Archer continued to protest. His mother had told him that he would take advantage of a job commissioned from the agency for some business.
She finally managed to get it out of the way and had left for Montecarlo with Lana. Indeed it was strange that she left that he personally followed a mission so far from home, but evidently worth the effort.
"But are you really sure you want to marry him?" Malory asked Lana, sitting next to her on the plane to Europe. It was a question that went against her interests, she loved his son very much, but curiosity and unbelief beat love.
"I may be mad or delusional, but I hope the day will come when he will be able to get her head right. And then you know, I would like my son to grow up with his father," Lana replied. The woman was in fact two months pregnant. They had already chosen the name for the baby: David if a boy had been born, Abbiejean if it had been a girl.
After ten quiet hours of travel the two arrived in Montecarlo. Miss Archer greets the probable future daughter-in-law as she boarded a taxi bound for Prince's Palace. The prince had in fact hired ISIS to investigate a suspicious family member. It was her sister's new husband, Duke Frederick of Orange-Nassau. Rumors circulated within the secret services that he had even bought the noble title and worked for the KGB.
Speaking of KGB, waiting for Malory Archer outside the airport was Nicolaj Jacov, the head of KGB. She did not seem surprised to see him.
After a few minutes of chatting, the head of ISIS began to feel strangely sleepy. She understood immediately. She tried to say "you son of a bitch, you drugged me!", But fell asleep first.
She woke up in a luxurious room with Renaissance architecture. Dazed, even before looking around she noticed that she was barefoot. "Damn! Where are my Prada shoes ?! I paid them a fortune". Her curse was followed by laughter. Indeed, it was the laughter of at least two men. "Nicolaj, bastard!" Malory recognized him immediately. Next to him was Ben Dylan, a former CIA agent, transformed into a cyborg by the KGB. Apparently he had recently recovered a human aspect.
"Dear Malory, well awakened. We have a surprise to show you. Tell us what you think of it" Mr. Jacov pressed a button and Miss Archer was hit by a strong electric shock.
It is an invention of
Russian engineering. It allows clean torture and without leaving marks, not
even of various laces and chains.
Malory had already been
tortured other times during her career and had a very high pain threshold, yet
she was in the extreme. Luckily Nicolaj lowered the voltage.
"You will get them
back, do not be afraid" replied the man "but after so many years as
lovers, you should know how much I love your feet, come on". Mr Jacov went
to the woman and turned serious. "Tell me, Malory. Did you really think
you were grabbing the" three million dollars of Budapest "without
dealing with me? I have revelation to do: we have a mole inside your agency. We
knew about your ticket to Montecarlo. Did you secretly agree with the Prince?
You know very well that half of that money is up to me. This time I won't let
you stab me in the back. So, let's do now we have an agreement: when you get
out of here, you will go to the prince, you will withdraw the pennies and then
2 and a half million go to me and I leave the rest to you. I am generous.
" Malory nodded her head.
Mr Jacov then turned to Ben, who had sat down at his desk, and motioned for him to stop the current. Ben grinned and stood still. Mr Jacov urged. But he didn't press any buttons, on the contrary he turned a knob.
Miss Archer began to scream frightfully. The cyborg had tripled the voltage.
"What the fuck are you doing, Dylan ?! She accepted our deal, so you'll kill her!" It was not only the politician and businessman who spoke, but a man still in love. Seeing Malory suffer like that made him feel bad.
"I don't give a damn about those millions," Ben replied. "I won't miss the opportunity to torture the mother of that monster who reduced me like that. Ivan is filming everything. I want Archer to see the video. I'll give him the same tonight. "
Nicolaj could not tolerate such an affront. He faced the partner face to face. At the new refusal to suspend the torture, he pulled the gun out of its holster. A strange gun to tell the truth. He aimed at Ben Dylan and fired.
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