The Baron's Thriller Novel : Part 3

Virginia:

Ally Rivera sat stooped over a flickering computer monitor in the sub-basement of the FBI headquarters in whatever city the FBI headquarters are in. It was 2Am and she hadn't moved from the threadbare rolly chair in 4 hours. Her fingers rapped on the sticky, beige keys in the slow cadence indicative of exhaustion.

She was a monstrously obese 28 year old woman, with puffy bags beneath her eyes and dark stains in the armpits of her tent sized blouse. She gave off a perpetual odor of sweat and sour milk. Her eyes were a milky blue and had the unfocused sheen of a cow's. Her buttocks were titanic hams pressed uncomfortably into the hard seat and overflowing from the edges like waterfalls of cold molasses. Her abdominal fat shield fell far below her genitals and was constantly itchy....

....wait a second, how can this sow be the protagonist's love interest? We need to rework this shit right now. Ok, go!

Ally Rivera slowly massaged her taut thigh muscles to bring the circulation back. She was still sore from that morning's Ass-Blasters-Aerobics workout at the gym where she went every day except Sunday. The cleft between her perfect butt cheeks gripped the chair so tightly that the upholstery made soft ripping sounds as she shifted from one side to the other as if a cat were sharpening its claws. Her abdominal muscles were lightly defined giving an alluring shape to her athletic frame. Soft, dark waves of aromatic hair fell just to the level of her perky C-cup breasts which smelled slightly of sandalwood. Also her nipples were the perfect size and color without a hint of saucerism, but you'll have to take my word for it if you know what I mean......I fucked her.

Ally was of latin heritage...wait, no....Ally was of Asian heritage....hmmm, that won't do....Ally was a beautiful young Latasian woman born of the best stock of ancient handsome families including the Hapsburgs and Romanoffs but not the hemophiliac ones. Her keen, dark eyes burned with an intense desire to ravage (sexually) a business mogul made vulnerable by the stress of being pursued by a faceless secret society of assassins.

Ally belched slightly...rather she sneezed adorably as the results of her latest data mining search returned.

"Aha!" She exclaimed, in a soft, sultry voice.

The pattern was starting to come together nicely; a disturbing net of suspicious killings throughout the United States. The Mosaic Killer certainly had done a thorough job of covering his tracks, making sure to strike at random geographic locations to foil investigators. After reviewing the latest data Ally was certain that this killer, this monster, was far more prolific than the media, nay the entire justice system had given him credit for.

He, Ally assumed the killer was a man, was called the Mosaic because of the strange way he presented his victims. Always multiple, always naked, always cut into many pieces and always assembled into a collage of sorts which depicted scenes from nature. A disturbed individual to be sure, yet he was clearly a talented artist and anatomist.

Ally had to inform her superior of these findings. Apprehending the Mosaic Killer had become the top priority of the agency due to the recent media frenzy surrounding his bizarre crimes. Director Adams would be immensely pleased with her work, she was sure of it. This was just the break they had been waiting for. Ally had compiled a complete record of the victims' locations and now sophisticated computer algorithms could be put to work to identify the killers home range just like in that show Numb3s that no one ever watches.

Ally trotted to the elevator, her butt rippling beneath a tight black skirt, stepped through the open doors and pressed the button for the top floor. The creaky old car whirred and clanked for what seemed like an interminably long time finally opening on the 8th floor.

Ally paced down the carpeted hallway on her dainty feet and rapped softly on Director Adam's door.

"Come in." Came the irritated sounding reply.

"Uh, sir" Ally said slowly pushing the door open "I have some new information on MK."

"Well then let's hear it already!" He snapped.

He was a small man with dark locks, dark eyes and copious body hair. His frame was thin and wiry like a jack rabbit. Ally doubted that he weighed 120 pounds soaking wet and yet this man was legendary for his tenacity and brutality during confrontations with suspects. The stories from his Special Agent days were so shocking in some cases that new agents refused to believe them...that is until they saw the hamburger faced perps' mug shots.

Director Rupert Adams had soared through the ranks of the FBI at an astonishing pace, even despite his unfortunate first name. Starting as a Special Agent in 1992, he had clambered his way to the head of the Homicide Section at a blistering pace. His work was reknowned for it's thoroughness and very few criminals had escaped his hawk like gaze.

Now this intimidating little man was glaring at Ally, daring her to waste his time. Thankfully, today, she had excellent information.

"I finished searching the database for Mosaic-like killings, and it looks like his reach is far more extensive than we had anticipated."

"How so?"

"Well, my findings suggest that he is not limited to the southeast."

"How bad does it look?" He replied in his typical, terse manner.

"Well counting all murders which show his characteristic style, including suspected early killings, before he matured.....we're looking at the entire contiguous United States and parts of Southern Canada. A total of 92 victims"

"Jesus frog fucking Christ!" Adams shouted. "This fucker is one sick puppy! Excellent work Agent Rivera. I'll put the tracking boys on this ASAP. Effective immediately, you're being reassigned."

"But sir, I mean for Christ's sake, I've been working on this case since day one!" Ally nearly screamed. How the fuck could this little weasel of a man screw her out of the conclusion of the MK case?

"And you've done an admirable job but your skills are needed elsewhere."

"This is bullshit!"

"I suggest you watch your tone agent. This is the way the agency works, whether you like it or not."

"Is it because I'm a woman? You don't think I can cut it in the field? Is that it?" Ally was almost sure that is was. She'd been discriminated against since her academy days all because of her vagina, her tight, perfect vagina. Now she was going to get screwed out of the glory again so some dickwad could take the MK.

"To the contrary Agent Rivera. Your new assignment is a foreign field operation of the most dangerous kind."

"Oh..?" She cocked her head adorably, somewhat disarmed.

"You're being deployed to Austria to investigate a bizarre murder."

"May I ask who the victim was?"

"He was a special ops commando named Phinneus Corkwald. One of our top agents in the early days of the cold war." Director Adams swiveled his chair toward the window and tented his small, thick fingers. A look of deep contemplation upon his face. It was almost as if he knew something, something he wouldn't reveal for dozens, perhaps hundreds of pages.

"And the manner of his death?"

"Well that's just it..." Adams said, perking up slightly "We haven't the slightest idea how he was killed. You're going to to have to read up on the case file on the flight over."

"I'm on it sir. When do I leave?"

"Immediately. You can claim your travel documents from Agent Miller."

Ally turned to leave the office, her cute butt seeming to shimmer in the harsh fluorescent lighting.

"One more thing Agent Rivera."

She turned and faced Adams, his expression was grim, deadly serious.

"Be careful. Corkwald was one of the most experienced and dare I say deadly operatives in the world. The people who took him out are of the highest caliber."

"I'm always careful sir." Ally replied as she stepped into the narrow corridor.