It's Friday Folks/You know what that means.Lets get right to the story shall we. (Episode 2) The task force meeting of the previous week, had gone fairly well; UteBigSmile had announced that the task force would operate under the code name Operation Cobra.A heated debate had ensued towards the end when Ute had requested that she wear a wire. Angle in response argued that it was too early to do that based on a straight forward fact.Her credibility with the cartel, the trust from it's high ranking members and bosses wasn't firmly established. At any given time the cyberdoc,3c,could tell her why don't we frisk you for a bug.The,Doc would especially enjoy pulling off this little stunt.She had won her point. Although she liked,and respected her task force boss,she wondered at times.The women an Ivy League type seemed to lack the streets smarts required for the job.Hell she thought,a good a fast way to get me killed.The wire, bug issue would come in at a later time in the game.Later gator! Angle was at home in her Penthouse apartment on this beautiful clear and sunny Saturday morning. The phone rang ! At the other end of the line was renecyberdoc her underworld boss.She was his Madame in this murky underworld life.She managed for him(at least for the time being)the extensive coast to coast string of high priced call girls. His ladies where the Vegas chorus line type beauties.Five thousand dollar a pop types not the corner street walkers.They where not destined to please Mr. Joe average.There thing was the High Rollers,Judges,Lawyers,Doctors,Politicians,the big money types the movers and groovers of the world. The Doc.,told her in no uncertain terms to get her pretty little butt on the road to a specific address he gave her.Your going to meet the big boss today,we've arranged a small intimate get together,call it a little party of sorts you dig.Oh,and yeah almost forgot,make arrangements to have a couple of the girls there,it's a party. Cyberdoc hung up. By 10 AM,Angle was on the road driving slow and easy.She got on her cell phone to call her two best girls evieloise and upstart.Real beauties these two could make a man melt like ice cream in 90 degree heat.You girls on your way yet?, she inquired. She received an affirmative reply.Great now that's out of the way "she muttered to her self. *POP*,an explosive loud noise,the car pulled to the right,and the front end was bouncing up and down.She expertly maneuvered The Mustang off the road onto the shoulder.What now she exclaimed ! She got out of the car walked around the front end to the passenger side.Great,flat tire, just what I need¦.F**k!!. Angle got on her cell and called a towing service. Thirty minuets later a big tow truck pulled up behind her. This dude,all decked out with a big Stetson Cowboy Hat,got out of the big truck. Top of the morning to ya mama, this all came out in a heavy Texas drawl. Angel looked at him,great just what I need the Lone Ranger.Names Kborg,friends call me Joe,what can,I do you for. comedian to boot Angle thought. Flat tire.yup,have that changed lickity split you perdy young thing. Took, Kborg about fifteen minutes to do the job. Angle pulled out her credit card,how much Joe? she asked. Kborg, gave her the look,you know the look of a guy undressing a women with his eyes.Many a way a perdy chick such as your self can pay a guy, if you dig my meaning?. The S**t, hit's he fan ! Angle looked at him and began to tongue lash the guy with a list of obscenities that would make King Kong, blush. She jumped into the Mustang, floored the gas peddle to the metal and left Kborg buried in a cloud of smoke. The nerve of the SOB she muttered to herself totally pissed off. (To Be Continued) Created in Bryce 7 with post work in Adobe Elements 8 Co-written By George aka coolcatcom Created and Directed By Will aka KnightWolverine