The Most Blessed CIA

                  "Kill one man and you are a murderer.
                  Kill thousands and you are a conqueror."
                  Genghis Khan.


      Tyler was not an exceptional CIA agent. Her cover as a Roller Derby
  athlete was blown. She had accidentally fired her weapon, during a game
  which she kept concealed in her ample cleavage. Tammy of the NH Firefox
  lay on the rink floor: her leg spraying blood. Tyler was escorted out of the stadium
  by police. Her lead operative Mitch flashed his badge in the hallway..
  "Do you know what a safety is for?" he growled.
  "She elbowed me." Tyler said as the medic dressed her powder burns,
  rubbing her cleavage with ointment.
  "God. That's months of work shot in your boobs." Mitch ran his fingers through
  his hair and glared at the glistening breasts.

      "I'm not convinced the Firefoxes are involved in exterrestrial dissemination.
  I've looked at every kind of medical exam on them. They're just chicks."
  Tyler said as the medic untaped her cup. Her two genders slipped out into
  sight. "You never were bright. Listen we in the CIA are responsible for preventing
  exterrestrial cross breeding. We don't want a thousand Jesuses walking on
  water. God damn that's a big dick! How can you strap it up all day?"
  Mitch looked amazed at Tyler's wad.

        "I'm a hermaphrodite remember? I just slip it in my hooch.
        What's the cover story?" Tyler put on some jeans and a jeresy with
        her number 18 on it.
        Mitch smiled and put both hands on either side of Tyler's face,
        "Lone gunman. We already have a guy arrested."

  Mitch and Tyler kiss passionately. In the blessed CIA there are no secrets.


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