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The Covert Operative

Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Interracial Sex, Shemales, Author: faggyboi, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

got back to his room above the store, something felt out of place. Janan stepped in lightly. He ran through everything he’d seen today in his mind. Then, it hit him. The merchant had been a trap he grabbed the lamp from the table and threw it right while he slid left. The room was still dark. The noise of the lamp crashing caused a figure to emerge from the shadows. Janan lying on his back waited for the assailant to search him out. When he felt the person nearing him, he delivered a massive kick to the intruder’s torso. The person fell back over a small table and Janan bounded to his feet. He rushed over and grabbed the robber in a debilitating chokehold. The person yelled a safe word. Janan continued his death hold demanding to know who sent him. He tried to get out the safe word again. “What did you say,” Janan loosened the grip. “Say it again.” Satisfied, he released his guest, turned on the light, and said, “Would you like a bottle of water.” “Yeah, thanks,” the six foot tall lean white man said massaging his neck. “Here,” Janan tossed it at him. “Have a seat. I’m sorry. I just wasn’t supposed to hear or see that for another two months.” “I know. But we had no idea you’d choose this place to live. We have a local leader of al-Qaeda we want to kill and we believe you can poison him because he comes every Tuesday.” “You mean that Imam?” “Yes. Slip this into his coffee and when he begins to choke walk casually out of the back door. You’ll have to rendezvous with a green ... motorcycle a kilometer away.” “Hand me the vial. How do you propose to get out of here without being seen tonight?” “I’ll slip out the window.” The guest left. Janan considered his task for the next day and drifted to sl**p. A habit he learned in his training was to sl**p in very short spurts and never past 2:30 a.m. The hours between 3:00 a.m. and 5:00 a.m. were the best times to assail an individual because of the internal clock rendering a human almost completely defenseless. The Imam and his bodyguards entered the small café the next day as usual. Janan made the unusual mistake of spilling water on the floor causing the owner to trip. “Oh I’m sorry. He apologized. I will make sure the Imam gets his coffee.” “You stupid, boy. Hurry and fix another,” the owner demanded. Janan hurried, poured another mug, and slipped in the contents of the vial. One of the brutes protested, but Janan assured him that all was good. He demanded Janan drink from the cup first. So, he did. Unbeknownst to the man, Janan had also injected himself with an antidote thirty minutes prior. Satisfied after a minute, the Imam sipped. Janan walked away to another table when the old man began to vomit bl**d. “Get him,” one of the men yelled. Janan jumped and did a split kick rendering the two of them u*********s. The back door was blocked by a coworker wielding a broom. Janan pulled out his pistol and busted a cap square in his forehead. “I’m sorry Safir,” he whispered as he ran out the back door and down the ...