I got straight down to it.
Why the fuck did you call me away from Manila Bay?
'Azzi has penetrated a Malaysian ISIS cell,' said Max.
'It's been reported that Abdul The Trigger,' continued Jack, 'the mastermind of several major hotel and embassy bombings and Raheem the Dynamite, their bomb expert are here in Medan.'
'They are purportedly here to visit their wives,' added Max.
'Yes,' continued Jack, ' they are on their way down to Jakarta to bomb a few western embassies and destroy a few Star Bucks while they are at it.'
'They in the room next door,' said Novi and Cindy continued, 'and we have been entertaining them with Farah and Felicity in the Fun Room '
Max told me they had just come out to powder their faces, which in espionage terms, means they were about to wrap up the mission.
'So they are here under the same roof as us,' asked Frank.
'Didn't the girls just say that, fuck pants,' said Jack.
Feeling a bit stupid, Frank barged into the room next door labeled the Fun Room, thinking he'd steal some fame and glory by busting the terrorist ring. Isn't that why they called him to Medan for, to prove himself?
What Frank saw, when he busted the door down, was three Asian men dressed up in lingerie, wearing wigs and lip gloss.
'Azzi, great work,' said Frank, as he recognized one of the three men. The other two were the Malay terrorists who were still sucking off the tits of the F Twins, who I later learned had laced their two-inch nipples with tranquilizers.
The terrorists were in ga ga land and were easily apprehended by Cindy and Novi who quickly handcuffed them.
The terrorists thought that this was still part of the kinky show.
'Make's our job easier,' said Max who entered the room with Jack. They were confident the girls had the situation under control even before Frank busted down the door.
'Totally under control,' said Cindy, 'we had put some crushed Rohypnol on our long erect nipples and before long, both Abdul and Raheem were singing nursery rhymes.
Apparently, Azzi was still on our payroll.
'Yes,' said Novi, 'and if he wasn't he'd be drowsy like those two other dropkicks.'
'Fuck oath I'm still on the payroll,' said Aziz who I could tell regretted not sucking on any of the mammary glands that were used to combat terrorism, 'now can I get out of this drag queen outfit?' he eventually asked.
Sure, said Jack who was quite proud of his new recruit who he thought didn't look half bad in drag.
Nice work concluded Jack to his motley team who in certain circles were highly respected.
The terrorists were escorted by the counter-terrorism team who were waiting outside Garuda's Massage, where they were given a few good kicks in the balls, before deporting them back to Malaysia where they'd get community service and be out two years later planning more attacks.
But the browny points we scored with the Indonesian government allowed us special privileges. It was an uphill battle, explained Jack, 'but someone's got to do it.'
Cindy and Novi nodded in approval and gave their boss a booby hug.
There were perks to being an anti-terrorist unit.
It wasn't all shooty shooty, 'sometimes there's some fucky fucky,' said Max who said he wanted to give the F Twins a run for their money. 'Who knows, they might be great on the Big-Titted Squad.'
Farah and Felicity both licked their lips in anticipation. They knew that Max paid the bills and it didn't take long for them to throw their bras off and perform their duties.
What we witnessed in the Fun Room stays in the Fun Room, right? I said.
Not to be outperformed, Novi and Cindy threw their bras off too.
They were udders of spectacular proportion, milk dispensing machines...
And didn't the Big-Titted Squad know how to milk us?
'We were drained.'
That was Max, god bless his soul.
Bliss.
That was me, god bless my soul.
Now what's the next mission, I asked Jack.
'None for now,' he said, 'I want you back on the next flight to Manila, I need you to lay low.'
I really wasn't complaining,
Max, fancy a trip, I asked casually. I've really got to show you LA Cafe.
'Wouldn't miss it for quids, he said, 'and Azzi can come for the ride, I've got some work to do in the Southern Philipines.'
Frank's last memory of Garuda's Massage was of fluffy aerated milky bubbles and drag.
'It was a milk bar for adults,' said Max, summing up Frank's thought very well.
'And a very successful mission too,' added Frank, who knew that Max wanted him to help him take on Abu Sayyaf in Southern Mindanao.
Why the fuck did you call me away from Manila Bay?
'Azzi has penetrated a Malaysian ISIS cell,' said Max.
'It's been reported that Abdul The Trigger,' continued Jack, 'the mastermind of several major hotel and embassy bombings and Raheem the Dynamite, their bomb expert are here in Medan.'
'They are purportedly here to visit their wives,' added Max.
'Yes,' continued Jack, ' they are on their way down to Jakarta to bomb a few western embassies and destroy a few Star Bucks while they are at it.'
'They in the room next door,' said Novi and Cindy continued, 'and we have been entertaining them with Farah and Felicity in the Fun Room '
Max told me they had just come out to powder their faces, which in espionage terms, means they were about to wrap up the mission.
'So they are here under the same roof as us,' asked Frank.
'Didn't the girls just say that, fuck pants,' said Jack.
Feeling a bit stupid, Frank barged into the room next door labeled the Fun Room, thinking he'd steal some fame and glory by busting the terrorist ring. Isn't that why they called him to Medan for, to prove himself?
What Frank saw, when he busted the door down, was three Asian men dressed up in lingerie, wearing wigs and lip gloss.
'Azzi, great work,' said Frank, as he recognized one of the three men. The other two were the Malay terrorists who were still sucking off the tits of the F Twins, who I later learned had laced their two-inch nipples with tranquilizers.
The terrorists were in ga ga land and were easily apprehended by Cindy and Novi who quickly handcuffed them.
The terrorists thought that this was still part of the kinky show.
'Make's our job easier,' said Max who entered the room with Jack. They were confident the girls had the situation under control even before Frank busted down the door.
'Totally under control,' said Cindy, 'we had put some crushed Rohypnol on our long erect nipples and before long, both Abdul and Raheem were singing nursery rhymes.
Apparently, Azzi was still on our payroll.
'Yes,' said Novi, 'and if he wasn't he'd be drowsy like those two other dropkicks.'
'Fuck oath I'm still on the payroll,' said Aziz who I could tell regretted not sucking on any of the mammary glands that were used to combat terrorism, 'now can I get out of this drag queen outfit?' he eventually asked.
Sure, said Jack who was quite proud of his new recruit who he thought didn't look half bad in drag.
Nice work concluded Jack to his motley team who in certain circles were highly respected.
The terrorists were escorted by the counter-terrorism team who were waiting outside Garuda's Massage, where they were given a few good kicks in the balls, before deporting them back to Malaysia where they'd get community service and be out two years later planning more attacks.
But the browny points we scored with the Indonesian government allowed us special privileges. It was an uphill battle, explained Jack, 'but someone's got to do it.'
Cindy and Novi nodded in approval and gave their boss a booby hug.
There were perks to being an anti-terrorist unit.
It wasn't all shooty shooty, 'sometimes there's some fucky fucky,' said Max who said he wanted to give the F Twins a run for their money. 'Who knows, they might be great on the Big-Titted Squad.'
Farah and Felicity both licked their lips in anticipation. They knew that Max paid the bills and it didn't take long for them to throw their bras off and perform their duties.
What we witnessed in the Fun Room stays in the Fun Room, right? I said.
Not to be outperformed, Novi and Cindy threw their bras off too.
They were udders of spectacular proportion, milk dispensing machines...
And didn't the Big-Titted Squad know how to milk us?
'We were drained.'
That was Max, god bless his soul.
Bliss.
That was me, god bless my soul.
Now what's the next mission, I asked Jack.
'None for now,' he said, 'I want you back on the next flight to Manila, I need you to lay low.'
I really wasn't complaining,
Max, fancy a trip, I asked casually. I've really got to show you LA Cafe.
'Wouldn't miss it for quids, he said, 'and Azzi can come for the ride, I've got some work to do in the Southern Philipines.'
Frank's last memory of Garuda's Massage was of fluffy aerated milky bubbles and drag.
'It was a milk bar for adults,' said Max, summing up Frank's thought very well.
'And a very successful mission too,' added Frank, who knew that Max wanted him to help him take on Abu Sayyaf in Southern Mindanao.
