All Chapters of Alpha's Dirty Secrets: Chapter 1011 - Chapter 1020

Even from our distant spot, I could tell he was not a happy camper. Delilah, Pamela and I were debating our possible reactions to their upcoming request from the Boss to come over and talk with him. Saku was completely in favor of 'squashing the vermin'. It turned out, half way between the goons and us was Alkonyka doing her 'Missing Girl' thing.She turned and headed toward us, until she saw us. Her eyes flashed to the door, back to the kitchen and finally to the women's rest room (she'd dropped in from the window that was three meters up, we were to learn later).[Hungarian] "We are not with them!" I shouted over the noise.The wisdom of that declaration was dubious. Not only was the local establishment out to get us, multiple other criminals seemed to have a special hate on for Alkonyka. She was also the person with the best lay of the land. When she raced for the kitchen, we followed. That required us to cross to separate dance floors. The Bitch Fate hit me on floor two.I bounced

(Vizsla and links to the past)The driver stopped at a rustic roadside inn. It had been an uncomfortable three hour drive to the East-Southeast of Budapest and even Pamela seemed to have lost her bearings. Our luggage had been placed in the bonnet (trunk), but we kept our duffels - with our weaponry - on our laps the entire trip. Selena, Pamela and I were squeezed into the back seat, while Alkonyka sat up front with our amiable driver. He was full of interesting tips, jokes and local legends. If he wanted us to forget he was part of a company of killers, he failed.Selena ignored me. Instead, she tried to engage Pamela in conversation three times over the course of the trip. Each time, Pamela responded with chilly disdain. That left Selena a tad bit grumpy by the time we stopped."Leave your weapons," Selena demanded. This clearly wasn't the Kazakhstan consulate. This was the ass-end of nowhere with Black Hand all around. Pamela and I left our duffels outside the vacated car, stretche

"Bikini bimbos, or studious college types?" Pamela snickered. It was a given that there would be women onboard. I really do have that kind of luck. We broke out of the woods and narrowly avoided getting stuck in the muddy river bank. Sure enough, a wooden, nine meter long barge rebuilt as a house boat was gently working its way north. Four women were in barely-clad evidence.I didn't waste a minute. My FN P-90 went to Pamela and my clothes were shed in true horn-dog fashion. Two of the women noticed me by the time I was down to my white boy shorts underwear. My dive was graceful, my strokes strong and my welcome very promising. One girl remained piloting this beast while the other three gained two more friends.[Hungarian] "What happened to you?" the leader, a girl with thin blonde hair, large sunglasses and a petite build asked. Three of them helped me on board, despite my blade strapped to my forearm. Goddess, you have to love what water does to white fabric and combat arouses me.[

"Now I know why you are on the task force," I gave him false praise. "Are you going to do it?""Are you breaking any laws? In Hungary?" he asked."Of course I'm breaking the fucking law. I've been engaged in a firefight, at least three people are dead, several more are wounded, two cars and one historic moment/inn has been blown up, set on fire and demolished. I'm pretty sure the authorities aren't happy about the truck load of people we killed yesterday getting off the Metro and last night outside a club either," I informed him. "Anything else you need to know?""Is Riki okay?" George kept trying my patience."You want to bang Riki Martin?" I reposted. He hesitated - probably looking over at his sleeping wife."Yes.""I swear to God, I'll put in a good word for you," I promised. I was lying because I was a letch, not a pimp. He was blackmailing me over Riki because he was a cheating swine, not because worked for the CIA."I'll call it in," he replied. "Good luck." The connection ende

"Works for me. Hello Up.""You two are being dicks," Up glared. "Do you have any friends?"I looked at Pamela who looked back at me. We both looked back to Up."Just each other," we jointly affirmed. His reaction to a life-and-death situation was very different than ours and it was showing. It got better too.[Hungarian] "Hi Cáel and Cáel's Grandmother," Monika called out as she and the other five girls entered the brewery/pub. Unlike us, the girls had made better time because they knew the town."Who are they?" Up whispered."Do I have to explain the Birds and the Bees to you?" Pamela responded in a loud clear voice."No," Up mumbled."Then don't worry about them," Pamela smirked.[Hungarian] "Cáel, are you going to be long?" Orsi inquired. "The girls and I were thinking we could all have an early dinner together.""I'm being debriefed by a deep cover NATO operative who is in this country illegally, so it shouldn't take too long," I enlightened her."Do you two want to get arrested?"