5 From North Korea With Love Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

5 From North Korea With Love Ch. 01

British Secretive Intelligence Service (SIS/MI6) agent James Blonde strode proudly into the P branch of the MI6 headquarters, dressed casually in a baggy tracksuit, carrying a special USB (Universal Serial Bus) drive containing the source code for the secure communications used in the Chinese quantum satellite network. She smiled politely at P as he worked on a speedboat similar in design to those she once used in the Royal Navy's Special Boat Service (SBS). Without a word, she held out the USB drive to P, who took it to a special isolated laptop computer to examine it; curious to see more herself, she followed P to the office and watched intently as he plugged in the USB drive and opened a source code file on it.

"Looks genuine enough. Good job Sixty-Nine Seven!" congratulated P in his native English accent.

"Always a pleasure to help you P," she replied politely in her native North England accent. In truth, she was very proud of her mission success as it was a major intelligence victory for the United Kingdom, which helped put her messy breakup with Tiffany Case behind her.

"You help him pee?" asked a confused voice.

Blonde rolled her eyes but was distracted by a beeping from her smartphone. Pulling it out of her pocket, she noticed that the radio frequency monitoring app had popped a notification on her screen, indicating something in the room was transmitting an ultra-high frequency radio signal. Blonde wondered what this meant for a moment before she realized ...

... what was about to happen.

"P!" she shouted as she wrapped herself protectively around her older friend, beginning to push him behind a desk in the process. As they fell, in what seemed like slow motion to her, she noticed an assistant nearby stare at her while heading to the loo. We need a less confusing letter for the Director of Investigation and Research, Blonde thought to herself.

Suddenly, an explosion tore through the wall and the shockwave knocked Blonde and P to the floor. Being a trained spy, Blonde managed to land on her hands and feet, sparing injury, but P had fallen on his back and hit his head on the floor. Her clothes were on fire, she quickly took them off, stamped out the flames, and used them as bandages to stop P's bleeding. She also felt behind his head to confirm he was not bruised nor suffered a broken skull.

Stripped bare to her casual white cotton bra and panty set, she went to the hole in the wall and looked down the river Thames; her eyes darted back and forth, trying to spot anything suspicious. Within a short moment, she found their would-be assassin, standing stupidly out in the open on a speedboat and quickly hiding a rocket launcher. What a fool to so brazenly claim responsibility for attacking the SIS headquarters, Blonde thought to herself. She heard police sirens approaching, upon which she saw the assassin quickly head north along the River Thames.

Blonde wasted no time and opening the garage door first, dashed to the speedboat, ...