Muffy the Mercenary

An excerpt from Muffy the Mercenary

The fuel tanks started going up now, huge plumes of fire and smoke leaping skyward with a thump and a blast. Muffy tossed off the Cuban army cap and tossed her blond hair; with her uniform torn open to reveal most of her chest, it wasn't much of a disgiuse anymore. "Follow me!" she shouted. "The boat is waiting!"

The prisoners rushed forward, as eager to see and meet this yellow-haired calendar girl as to be free of their shackles and hunger.

But Arminto rounded the corner in a jeep with an AK-47 and a belt full of grenades. "Stop where you are, Americana!" he screeched. But Muffy laid down a withering round of fire from the HK that send Arminto diving for the cover of steel water tanks. But Muffy's grenade blew the water tank over on top of the colonel and flattened his lifeless body on the concrete, wet and bloody.

The leggy defender of freedom dashed across the wharf toward the pier where the boat was waiting. Arminto's men were still scattering, but some contained their panic enough to turn and fire a few wild shots. Muffy stood fast to guard the prisoners' flank and shot up the unprotected soldiers like targets at the range.

"Vamonos!" she cried. But as she approached the boat, with all the prisoners crowding onto it, Muffy shuffled out of her uniform blouse. They watched amazed. The beautiful girl's bikini strap had been broken in the struggle earlier, so she lost it too. Her firm breasts stood out proudly in the Cuban sun.

"What are you doing Miss Hackleworth?!" Juan Carlos shouted. But Muffy was already stripping off her boots and trousers.

"I'm going after Santichez!" She shouted back. In nothing but her bikini bottom and toting the HK sub, Muffy dived into the clear waters of the bay by the little secret base, engulfed now in smoke and flames. Santichez's yacht wasn't far; and only a few men stood watch over their master with AKs and grenades. Muffy could take them.