Too consumed with pondering whether Sky would live up to her promises, and be as interesting in bed as she'd made herself out to be, before concluding the answer was yes, Ben missed the glimmer of sunlight reflecting off a rifle barrel as they exited the Mall. "If a woman is to lead her Country, and be respected by her subjects, Ms Lassiter, then she does need to live up to her word." Winking, the man was amazed that, with what had occurred in the past twenty-four hours, and their lives on the line until they were safely ensconced in England, he could enjoy himself so much. Or that he anticipated the dangerous necessity of breaking their journey to obtain a hotel-room and recharge their batteries much, much more than he really should.
Particularly when sleep was not stated on the agenda, and they'd possibly be required to remain an additional night in the same location in order for him to recover from the galore of pussy. Though, that brought another thought to mind. With Sky's constant references to James Bond, would a cheap hotel-room suffice? Or would the Future Queen of England be content with nothing less than sex on a jet-ski, in a hot-tub, or bent over the trunk of an Aston Martin, whilst he nonchalantly sipped on a shaken, but not stirred, dry Martini? He did have a reputation to uphold for the men of Britain. "I'd expect nothing less of you," he replied, shaking his head to clear his mind, before he reacted instinctively to scream, flinging his arms out to capture her as she screamed, and they tumbled to the floor, amidst shattering glass. "Fuck." Swiftly recognising what had happened, and behind a pillar, Ben glanced at exit to ensure there was no imminent danger, as people around them began to scream and sprint towards the exits, then shot a smile at Sky. "I guess the Hooker disguise didn't fool them, Pity, because I really liked it, however, to hear that you're a woman who likes to ride, does compensate somewhat. But now's probably not the time." Her humour in the situation was infectious, and he responded even as his gaze darted around the building, noting the three men in hoods, armed with Uzi's converging on the entrance, and he followed her lead. Pushing himself off the floor, he ran beside her, and with a cacophony of screams, machine-gun fire, shattering glass, and metal icocheting off metal filling the air, it struck him that the first shot had been different. Just the one, and from a sniper rifle, which had been fired before his colleagues were in place. Amateurs, according to Ben, therefore not the Russian Mafia, British MI6, FBI or the CIA. So, who the hell were these guys? That question remained unanswered, but the amateurish origins were reinforced when two men in black masks, burst through the side entrance. …show more content…
Obviously, having viewed too many Hollywood movies; where the bad-guys needed to be easily distinguishable from the good-guys, because the producer and director thought their audiences too fucking stupid to be able to tell the difference otherwise, if they'd been attired in civilian clothes, he might not have recognised the danger until it was too late. Instead, their attire immediately gave them away, and as Ben and Sky zig-zagged across the floor, he planted a slug in the centre of each one's forehead. "Wait." Screaming at
Particularly when sleep was not stated on the agenda, and they'd possibly be required to remain an additional night in the same location in order for him to recover from the galore of pussy. Though, that brought another thought to mind. With Sky's constant references to James Bond, would a cheap hotel-room suffice? Or would the Future Queen of England be content with nothing less than sex on a jet-ski, in a hot-tub, or bent over the trunk of an Aston Martin, whilst he nonchalantly sipped on a shaken, but not stirred, dry Martini? He did have a reputation to uphold for the men of Britain. "I'd expect nothing less of you," he replied, shaking his head to clear his mind, before he reacted instinctively to scream, flinging his arms out to capture her as she screamed, and they tumbled to the floor, amidst shattering glass. "Fuck." Swiftly recognising what had happened, and behind a pillar, Ben glanced at exit to ensure there was no imminent danger, as people around them began to scream and sprint towards the exits, then shot a smile at Sky. "I guess the Hooker disguise didn't fool them, Pity, because I really liked it, however, to hear that you're a woman who likes to ride, does compensate somewhat. But now's probably not the time." Her humour in the situation was infectious, and he responded even as his gaze darted around the building, noting the three men in hoods, armed with Uzi's converging on the entrance, and he followed her lead. Pushing himself off the floor, he ran beside her, and with a cacophony of screams, machine-gun fire, shattering glass, and metal icocheting off metal filling the air, it struck him that the first shot had been different. Just the one, and from a sniper rifle, which had been fired before his colleagues were in place. Amateurs, according to Ben, therefore not the Russian Mafia, British MI6, FBI or the CIA. So, who the hell were these guys? That question remained unanswered, but the amateurish origins were reinforced when two men in black masks, burst through the side entrance. …show more content…
Obviously, having viewed too many Hollywood movies; where the bad-guys needed to be easily distinguishable from the good-guys, because the producer and director thought their audiences too fucking stupid to be able to tell the difference otherwise, if they'd been attired in civilian clothes, he might not have recognised the danger until it was too late. Instead, their attire immediately gave them away, and as Ben and Sky zig-zagged across the floor, he planted a slug in the centre of each one's forehead. "Wait." Screaming at