The Mission (part 2)
Outside in the bar room Darren Orchard had accepted Brock' s deal without
hesitation, and gladly followed the hunky young man for "some privacy" as
Brock had explained.
The two mari the bar watched as the two me.
"Fuck! Dwight won' t be here in time!" Mike cursed.
"Let' s go, mate. We hahat fucker." Chuck grabbed his friend' s arm
and pulled him up. They left the bar and watched as Brock squeezed himself
into the vertible which Darren had re the airport.
Mike drove the SUV a cautious distance from the rental car.
A few blocks away from the "Pink Cock" the car stopped in front of an
abandoned brownstone warehouse.
The marines parked the SUV in a side alley. Chuodded to his friend.
"Let' s move!" he said. Mike poio the street to the right and
Chud Mike sprinted across. In moments they had disappeared in the
darkness.
Chud Mike had hardly reached the back of the warehouse when they heard
soft moans ing from the inside of the dark building. Chuck poio the
fire escape and motioned his buddy to ehe building through the first
floor. Bending his knees he closed his hands and lifted the Private up to
the lowest step of the ladder. With well-trained agile moves Mike on
the baly aered through an open window.
Chuck went to a sliding door at the opposite side of the building. He found
it locked by a heavy that was ed through the door handles.
Without a moment of hesitation the burly Lance Crabbed the
and pulled. The muscles of his biceps and across his broad shoulders were
bulging and moments later he felt the ing apart. Chuck grinned
while he pushed his huge frame through the door ihe darkness of the
building. The moans were now much clearer and a slapping sound was audible
as well. Chuck was quite sure to find Brock at work. Carefully he moved on.