Abdul got his titty fest.
He confessed.
Confessed it all.
Thailand would have to have a talk with the Malaysian government.
A terrorist cell operating under their noses, this wasn't a good thing.
Abdul was sedated and the military escorted him out the back door.
God knows how many deaths Abdul was behind.
But big titties were to be his downfall.
'And fucked if the military is taking him away to be tortured,' said Suyin who was spoiling for some fun.
Jack had explicitly said to get Abdul back into Malaysia safely and to have him wire most of the US$2 million Saudi donated cash into our Big Tit Ltd. account.
Cindy and Novi were waiting in the Apache.
The jets were screaming for levitation and the rotors swirled with anxiety.
This beast needed to fly.
The Thai military had their intel and graciously handed over Abdul.
Caramel, myself and Max also jumped into the Apache Chopper.
Kuching, West Borneo, I said. That was still Malaysia and far enough from the extremists that preferred West Malaysia as their base.
I knew a few Dyaks who would love nothing better than headhunting Abdul and putting his shrunken head on their mantlepiece.
'How do you shrink a head,' asked Cindy.
She was having a blonde moment, and I noticed she had recently dyed it that color too.
'Easy, ' I said, 'just put in the oven.'
Max said that the Sarawak River still had man-eating crocodiles.
We'd decide Abdul's fate once we arrived, which would be 30 minutes later, as the jets kicked in and the Apache reached 800 kilometers an hour.
Man the CIA had their toys. And we loved them.
He confessed.
Confessed it all.
Thailand would have to have a talk with the Malaysian government.
A terrorist cell operating under their noses, this wasn't a good thing.
Abdul was sedated and the military escorted him out the back door.
God knows how many deaths Abdul was behind.
But big titties were to be his downfall.
'And fucked if the military is taking him away to be tortured,' said Suyin who was spoiling for some fun.
Jack had explicitly said to get Abdul back into Malaysia safely and to have him wire most of the US$2 million Saudi donated cash into our Big Tit Ltd. account.
Cindy and Novi were waiting in the Apache.
The jets were screaming for levitation and the rotors swirled with anxiety.
This beast needed to fly.
The Thai military had their intel and graciously handed over Abdul.
Caramel, myself and Max also jumped into the Apache Chopper.
Kuching, West Borneo, I said. That was still Malaysia and far enough from the extremists that preferred West Malaysia as their base.
I knew a few Dyaks who would love nothing better than headhunting Abdul and putting his shrunken head on their mantlepiece.
'How do you shrink a head,' asked Cindy.
She was having a blonde moment, and I noticed she had recently dyed it that color too.
'Easy, ' I said, 'just put in the oven.'
Max said that the Sarawak River still had man-eating crocodiles.
We'd decide Abdul's fate once we arrived, which would be 30 minutes later, as the jets kicked in and the Apache reached 800 kilometers an hour.
Man the CIA had their toys. And we loved them.
