experiments"
"Judging from the info Yolanda gave me, and
your condition, I am inclined to believe so"
"The only benefit of this case is that it
paid so very well”
"More well then you know my badly beat up
boss"
Turning our heads, Doc and I both watched as
Yolanda walked towards us from the Main Comm room. As I always do,
I asked myself again and again why I have never tried to hit on
her. Yolanda stood about six feet tall, lean with a very toned
musculature. Watching her walk was like watching a leopard stalking
her prey, and she was beautiful. Not classic beauty, but exotic and
mysterious. She had an oval face, with eyes that was light gray,
which messed with me each and every time I looked at her face. Her
hair was a dark golden brown, cut short, ending just below her
ears, with a small bang on the front of her forehead. She had a
full, but pert nose and full moist lips that simply begged to be
kissed. She also had an olympic golden tan to her complexion, if
there is such a classification, all over the parts of her body that
I could see. Today she had on some tight denim jeans and a cotton
blouse that simply took Doc and my breath away. I had seen her stop
a room full of men discussing whatever issues they were talking
about to turn and stare at her as she passed through the room. She
oozed a very powerful sex appeal, coupled with a strong sense of
being very dangerous, and make no mistake about it. She was very
dangerous. She had an outstanding physical physique, which she
worked on everyday. Combine that with the outstanding fighting
skills she has and you have a very dangerous woman indeed. I could
not figure out her lineage, and she never talked about her history
or her past. Out of respect I didn't pry. Why, because she was very
good at her job, which was everything as far as managing an office,
and her research skills were top notch. I secretly suspected she
had some past history with some governmental spy agency, but she
never said so. She knew things people shouldn't know. Scary things.
These skills have more than once help save my life while in the
field. She also managed to get equipment, which was damn near
impossible to get or illegal to have. She came to me a short time
after my uncle disappeared, and offered her skills to help me find
him. When I asked her why, she told me that my uncle and her had
worked on a number of jobs together and had been friends for a very
long time, with some type of mysterious history together. Whether
that history had a romantic nature to it, she never said. In fact
she is one of the most closed mouth individuals I have ever met
when it came to her past. Yet she knew things, which helped me
track my uncle disappearance to Antarctica. Based on the little
bits of info obtained over the years, I figured Yolanda was also
ten years or so older than me, but damn did she look good. Yolanda
was also my combat sparing partner. Take away my enhanced
abilities, and she would whip my ass senseless every time. As it is
I barely managed to hold my own with her on the mat. She was also a
damn good shot with a pistol or rifle. A situation, which also
reinforces my belief in her past history. Most importantly though
was the fact that through the years we had worked together, she had
also became a very good friend.
"Our Canadian client not only paid us the
$250,000 MU's for the job, he also gave us an additional bonus of
$100,000 MU's for an exceptional job well done."
Doc Med and I both sat up straighter on
hearing that.
"That's an excessive amount of bonus,
wouldn't you say" I asked.
"That's what I thought. You said he paid you
an additional $50,000 MU's as a bonus, but he must have had a
change of heart. The only other reason I can think of for that
amount of bonus money is hush money. You had obviously asked some
questions when they picked up Lenevos, which they don't want you to
pursue. They paid us an excessive amount of MU's to make sure. I
for one would like to know why”
"Well