<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5b5a/33ou2hc5dq5wb5r6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nan Rapido</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Det. Kantonspolizei Zürich</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Pussy is royally fucked!  Excuse my French but there is no other description.  Du Monde on a warpath of immediate vengeance.  Fucked!  Royally!  <br/><br/><em>It was me.</em>  Those are the words of explanation.  Three words.  I’m on the inside, working out what the hell is going on with du Monde’s operation, with Jaclyn and even possibly with Warcaof.  The police raid?  All due to my intel—being ‘turned’ by her (and du Monde), sharing a bed with Jaclyn, taking this trip—all reported.  The problem is that I was not high enough in command to control things like this Berlin raid.<br/><br/>Now this, sitting in a cab, all falling apart.<br/><br/>“I can help,” I offer.  Three words.  It’s getting complicated.  One complication: do I want her dependent on me, submissive, doing as I direct? “I can help.”<br/></span>