Operation Ada: Part I (2 of 8)
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Ada pivoted gracefully placing her back against the wall. The wheezing, sucking sound made the hairs stand up on the back of her slender little neck. She held her firearm, out, ready, and pointed down, a manicured fingernail hovering over the trigger. The adrenaline had already begun coursing through her veins, heightening her alertness despite the equally growing anxiety. She quieted the breaths that threatened to betray her position but she could still feel the newly rapid thumping of her heartbeat against her ribcage that was sheathed snugly in the form fitting cocktail dress. Not ideal attire for an encounter, but that would have to wait for her debriefing.
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Behind me. One room over. Click. The safety on her Matilda 9mm disengaged. Careful... nice... and... easy... Ada shifted her weight onto her right leg, balancing gracefully in midnight black high heels. Tilting the toes of her left foot, she gently scraped the tip of her shoe against yellow aged debris that littered the rotting floorboards. Gingerly she angled her leg toward the threshold leading into the chamber at her back. The iconically feminine shape of her lucious calf inched its way around the corner. It offered up a "baited" glimpse of a luxuriously nylon clad leg shod in killer high heels to whatever lay in wait for her in the next room. "Come and get some, buddy," whispered Ada.
A risky gamble to be sure, but a girl with legs like hers isn't wearing pantyhose for her health. Especially not Ada Wong.
