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By Richard Kambak

To Operative Goldilocks: CODED TRANSMISSION dated [redaction] gather

information for agency’s purpose - North Vietnamese official code name [redaction] first
feed – “Hanoi need massive Chinese intervention to prevent total collapse.” Source of
transmission - Saigon. Directive: Find mole in Saigon.

Goldilocks, shallow breathing, shirt saturated perspiration, sniffing the fragrance from a
hermaphroditic flower bouquet mixed with chlorine stink mop cleaning in Saigon hotel
hallway, pursues “mole” delegate rodent-pig jackal – puppet for traitor to South Vietnam.
Ear listening piece receives microphone bug clever placement behind rodent-pig jackal’s
mirror.

While listening, Goldilocks’ relives attack like combat rehearsal with Lashing Link skull
crushing blow pulverizing Soviet Agent Dog Talk’s heart, before commie-pig give up
rodent-pig jackal’s identification. Dog Talk six foot five, two hundred-eighty pounds;
classic American stereotype blonde blue-eyed blend-in as foreign journalist, but has no
American swagger. Dead give away. Goldilocks only four foot nine, one hundred forty-
five pounds sinewy Vietnamese. Runt with lightning speed hands like Leopard paws,
muscle like Lion.

To Operative Goldilocks: CODED TRANSMISSION dated [redaction] Soviet

compromised – good work. Rodent-pig jackal warmongering clique to strengthen
pressure on peace-talk failure; prove Ho Chi Minh [redaction] expect military
improvement from Chinese through next year. Urgent: Rodent-pig jackal turned
Operative Piranha; guilty of counter espionage. Directive: Conditions warrant
[redaction] by Goldilocks.

Late at night, Goldilocks pick lock, gain silent entry to Operative Piranha’s secret safe
house, dim room reek of acrid cigarette smoke. Inching toward my once glorious lover
who gripped me in Kama Sutra position organism resembling screeching cat, I construct
fertility attack standing above her bed; lift hand palm strike pose to her gentle face, must
think she is vile rodent, but sallow whisper come from my lips, “My true nature is kind.”
Piranha wake, reflex pitch squeal correct action, prompt defense posture. She makes
Piranha Strike punch to my gut, then summersault from bed like invisible wind. Fully
visible in black silk pajama’s, open blouse expose her breasts; seeing me her voice fails.
Betrayed - only in split second - we both want to vomit.

Our eyes lock. Combat skill based on split second reactive peripheral vision. Who we
suppose to be, comrades then enemy? Shrug. I convey Bashing Baboon against her
deltoid, miss breaking neck. Talcum powder on table, she tosses... trying to blind me
while making Kangaroo Kick aimed at groin, but her foot hit my leg, almost crush knee; I
crow:

“Accept my gratitude, Piranha. I make death quick.”

“Tank you, very much,” she say lunging at me in Barracuda Deadly Eye Gouge pose.

We fight in blinding spins, knuckles and feet smash furniture and walls, blood leaks from
mouth, feet swing high and wide, bone jarring body blows by hand chops; finally in skip
stride with injured knee I flatten her with Whirling Wolverine, utilizing foot heel to
reproductive solar plexus acupressure point. Flat on her back, chest heaving, large eyed,
knotted face, Piranha utters, “I preg…” just as I execute palm thrust, skull crack like
fiberglass, eyes tilt to side. Pupils dilate. Talcum powder falls like snowflakes on
Piranha’s lifeless body.

From Operative Goldilocks: DECODED TRANSMISSION to DIRECTORATE OF

OPERATIONS date [redaction] Piranha decommission with child. Operative Goldilocks
voices open-minded maggot position for psy-op. Shame rodent-pig jackal - expose
covert political jackal’s clique. Force Ho into negotiations to end Vietnam War. Claim
to turn rodent-pig jackal into provocateur asset. Analysis: Goldilocks off reservation;
might be feeding us misinformation. Forfeits covert cover. Directive: Insert Operative
Horse Whispering for [redaction].

Horse Whispering arrive from Hanoi. In night, pounces on Goldilocks in Saigon back
alley. “Tanks for saving life in Cambodia,” Horse Whispering says in ear of tight yellow
skin-faced Vietnamese operative with barrel of gun pressed against his head. Goldilocks
most confused operative, locked from behind in tight arm grip around neck by Horse
Whispering. “You can’t out run a bullet.”

From Operative Goldilocks: DECODED TRANSMISSION date [redaction] to

DIRECTORATE OF OPERATIONS: Horse Whispering body parts arrive next week.
Regret kill two friends. CIA all parasitic vultures.

Like me, she holds infinite covert information with stern discipline, superior martial arts
ability over bullets and knives.