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Personal Narrative: Chapter One

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“You sound like Switzerland during World War II. Either way, you win.” “How do you figure, Tugg?” “If Germany loses complain about the officiating to your German girl, she’ll see that you’re loyal to her team, be far more forgiving, perhaps forget the four or five times she caught you messing around on her.” “Good point, but she only caught me twice.” “You mean the two times she mentioned it to you.” Delano remembers. “Oh, yeah, right.” “On the other hand, Delano -- if Brazil loses, just take the Brazilian lady dancing, she’ll be having so much fun she won’t care who won the match.” “Tugg, you’re a genius -- I’m sure if you stayed in the Navy you’d be an Admiral by now.” Robbie takes that as an underhanded compliment. “I am still in the Navy, …show more content…

Robbie then pops open the beer and kicks back. Delano then pulled a gun from his ankle holster and places it on the table top. -- “Oh, by the way, Falcon, Skip, and Harley might drop by.” ONE HOUR LATER, five guns are on the coffee table. Robbie, Delano sat with several other guys from the Agency. A couple of dozen empty beer bottles, with devoured barbecue rib bones on a platter scattered on the coffee table – also leftover potato salad, chips, and salsa. The soccer match was winding down. Robbie checked his watch, hoping it would end sooner than later. Robbie asked bored. “Is this match going to end this week?” “We’re headed for overtime, baby!” Delano proclaims, “Put your seatbelt on!” The other agents in the room are Ricardo Diaz, Hispanic, a fifteen-year veteran of the agency that goes by the name of Falcon, Edward Jordan, a good-size African American that goes by the name Harley and Skip Collins, an older agent that mentored the younger agents in the …show more content…

“-- So, word has it you guys are headed to Costa Rica.” “Yeah, going to be on a three-million-dollar Sportfishing boat,” Delano bragged, “Gorgeous women, sun, beach, Caribbean ocean -- what could be better? Falcon answered quickly. “Not being re-deployed to Poland at a moment’s notice.” They all laugh. Delano grinned and said, “Yeah -- nothing lasts forever in this game.” Skip remembered an incident concerning a beautiful lady. “Speaking of gorgeous women -- I once had a beauty queen put a five-inch blade in my back one night. She worked for the government of a small banana republic. Suspected I was CIA -- tried to kill me.” Falcon asked, knowing the answer, “What did you do to her?” Skip recalled proudly, “I pulled the knife out of my back, smiled at her and in perfect Spanish replied, “-- La proxima vet, que me apunales en la espalda, hazlo cu, o este dormida. De es manera no recibira un disport.” Next time you stab me in the back, do it when I’m asleep. That way you won’t get shot.” Everybody laughs. Harley asked. “Did you shoot her?” “Skip answered honestly, “Damn straight I did -- in the leg though -- I’m still a gentleman.” Falcon replied, “You know -- I once had a woman try to run over me in a

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