snuff films when we deliver the real thing. See hot snuff sex the way you like it. Write for catalog of 8-mm professional snuff titles to Mitsu Film, 9000 Ichibankan, Jinnan, Shibuya-Ku, Tokyo 150, Japan.â What is this shit?
âPersonal to AG from Pete. That thing we talked about on R&R is going down. Get in touch with our mutual buddy and make the buy. Special to AG from Pete. That thing we talked about on R&R is going down, so get in touch with our mutual buddy and make the buy. And KILL has a brand-new call-in number on the half hour!
âHouseboy wanted for former officer. Your discharge will have no bearing on your employment. Preference given to gay, black applicants.â Laughter in the room. âContact Box 11B, care of Mr. Blore â â Raucous hoots of derision drown out the voice.
âContact Mr. Blowjob,â I hear someone mutter.
âFor a discharge.â More laughter.
âBullshit,â a huge man in front says. The cobra turns his snake head toward the burly man, and the hoods on his distended eyeballs lift slightly.
âYes?â He stops the tape.
âWe gonna risk our life on â this is nothing but some bullshit. Fo-git about it. Never happen, all due respecâ.â
âYeah. Bogus bullshit,â somebody laughs behind me.
âI agree completely. Thatâs exactly what it is. Perverts advertising freak sex, crooks, hustlers, itâs bullshit. No doubt about it. But the black radio station youâre listening to is in fact so dangerous that it is one of the highest intelligence priorities at this moment in time. The transmissions youâve just heard have nothing to do with that.
âKILL is the call letter code for a live message drop. It is used by mercenaries like some of you, hired guns, sexual aberrants, blackmailers, thieves, kidnappers, arms dealers, smugglers, sicko types of every description, every con game imaginable. Even ordinary people advertise, drawn into it by the bizarre format.
âThe station is broadcasting at irregular intervals every day, sometimes for only a few minutes at a time. They advertise phone-in messages. Brief, free commercials that are uncensored, solicited by the various on-air voices. The messages are presumably placed by listeners anonymously by their calling in via landline.
âWe donât know the limits of the technology. But until you actually move against a hard target youâll maintain the profile of a recon probe.â
Probe. From the Latin. A slender surgical instrument for examination of a cavity. A pointed tip for making contact with a circuit element. A device used to penetrate or â and Iâm quoting
Websterâs
now â âsend back information from outer space.â Uh-huh. The hooded cobra blinks again.
âThe station airs messages that are placed by means of a succession of landline numbers that bypass our ICS jammers like they werenât even there. Forget the nomenclature. All you need to know is theyâve got black boxing thatâs beyond state-of-the-art. This station utilizes a telecom system thatâs beyond anything weâve got at Vung Tau or Long Binh, much less here,â he sneers. âTheyâre only doing one thing wrong. Theyâre on the air too much. And thatâs where theyâre giving up a shot.
âAs long as they keep transmitting the way they are, they reduce their odds of escaping detection every time they sign back on. Without going into all the triangulation and signal-lock locator stuff, the basic rundown is this: we are close to having their main base transmitter targeted. Soon as we do â we send in the first-team varsity.â He glares at the faces. âIt has to be put under. The station, all personnel â destroyed, and that means if itâs on the goddamn roof of the embassy and the chief announcer is the ambassadorâs wife, I donât care where, who, or what. I want this son of a
âPersonal to AG from Pete. That thing we talked about on R&R is going down. Get in touch with our mutual buddy and make the buy. Special to AG from Pete. That thing we talked about on R&R is going down, so get in touch with our mutual buddy and make the buy. And KILL has a brand-new call-in number on the half hour!
âHouseboy wanted for former officer. Your discharge will have no bearing on your employment. Preference given to gay, black applicants.â Laughter in the room. âContact Box 11B, care of Mr. Blore â â Raucous hoots of derision drown out the voice.
âContact Mr. Blowjob,â I hear someone mutter.
âFor a discharge.â More laughter.
âBullshit,â a huge man in front says. The cobra turns his snake head toward the burly man, and the hoods on his distended eyeballs lift slightly.
âYes?â He stops the tape.
âWe gonna risk our life on â this is nothing but some bullshit. Fo-git about it. Never happen, all due respecâ.â
âYeah. Bogus bullshit,â somebody laughs behind me.
âI agree completely. Thatâs exactly what it is. Perverts advertising freak sex, crooks, hustlers, itâs bullshit. No doubt about it. But the black radio station youâre listening to is in fact so dangerous that it is one of the highest intelligence priorities at this moment in time. The transmissions youâve just heard have nothing to do with that.
âKILL is the call letter code for a live message drop. It is used by mercenaries like some of you, hired guns, sexual aberrants, blackmailers, thieves, kidnappers, arms dealers, smugglers, sicko types of every description, every con game imaginable. Even ordinary people advertise, drawn into it by the bizarre format.
âThe station is broadcasting at irregular intervals every day, sometimes for only a few minutes at a time. They advertise phone-in messages. Brief, free commercials that are uncensored, solicited by the various on-air voices. The messages are presumably placed by listeners anonymously by their calling in via landline.
âWe donât know the limits of the technology. But until you actually move against a hard target youâll maintain the profile of a recon probe.â
Probe. From the Latin. A slender surgical instrument for examination of a cavity. A pointed tip for making contact with a circuit element. A device used to penetrate or â and Iâm quoting
Websterâs
now â âsend back information from outer space.â Uh-huh. The hooded cobra blinks again.
âThe station airs messages that are placed by means of a succession of landline numbers that bypass our ICS jammers like they werenât even there. Forget the nomenclature. All you need to know is theyâve got black boxing thatâs beyond state-of-the-art. This station utilizes a telecom system thatâs beyond anything weâve got at Vung Tau or Long Binh, much less here,â he sneers. âTheyâre only doing one thing wrong. Theyâre on the air too much. And thatâs where theyâre giving up a shot.
âAs long as they keep transmitting the way they are, they reduce their odds of escaping detection every time they sign back on. Without going into all the triangulation and signal-lock locator stuff, the basic rundown is this: we are close to having their main base transmitter targeted. Soon as we do â we send in the first-team varsity.â He glares at the faces. âIt has to be put under. The station, all personnel â destroyed, and that means if itâs on the goddamn roof of the embassy and the chief announcer is the ambassadorâs wife, I donât care where, who, or what. I want this son of a
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