Cyber Kittens and Cowboys by Ipam (books to read for 12 year olds txt) 📕

She tilts, angularlyskill as Dewy body twists, directly at Geneva, growls,threateningly.

“Shut up, bitch!” Preston eye burns her,orders, commandingly. “Release Pamela, I’ll do

anything you want.”

Geneva decides, quickly. “No, Pamela wants tostay and see the prize.”

“You don’t know where the diamonds areeither, bitch.” Preston claims, boldly.

“You do?”

Preston nods, once. “I do, bitch.”

“I think you know half of the info I require.So, we should share?”

“Fine, I’ll obey ya, bitch, if you releasePamela freely.”

“She stays. However, you can take her place.Move out of the way, Pamela.” Geneva sways gun at her face. Pamelaand Dewy pace, sideways out of gun range.

Preston shuffles, slowly to shovel, lifts,easily, digs, carefully in red clay. “You’re the triple agent.Thurston, the double agent. But you double-crossed him and me.”Geneva smiles, victoriously. Preston grunts, heavily, digs, slowly,continues. “Ya see, Thurston toted that box in right hand sincehe’s lefty with a gun. When you blow his ass to Pluto, body partsscattered in different geographical directions. You need glasses,bitch or you didn’t really know Thurston that well.”

“You didn’t know Thurston that well.” Genevaoffers, swiftly.

“I suspect ya’ll communicated passing lovenotes.” Preston guesses.

“He serviced me…very well.” Geneva sways gunin air.

“What’da ya use C-4?” Preston eye burnsGeneva, inquires, curiously.

“Gave him new armor vest with some punch.”Geneva spits, literally saliva, squawks, loudly.

“Your face got some of that punch as well.”Preston laughs, hardy.

Geneva touches, tenderly scarred cheekbone.“Caught in the backlash of explosion, running.”

Preston drops shovel. “Tough shit, bitch!” Hesquats to clay, calls, softly. “Dewy, come here, boy.” Prestonpulls torn fabric from coat jacket. Dewy sniffs, nosily cloth.

“What’s that?” Geneva demands, surly.

“What’s left of Thurston’s jacket sleeve…”Preston informs. Dewy’s nose sniffs dirt, walks, slowly, thengallops in southeastern direction away from Preston, Geneva.Preston points, rudely at dog. “His hand’s that way….”

Dewy digs, viciously into dry clay with paws,unearths, slowly an object behind dirt. Preston compliments, pats,roughly. “Good boy, Dewy. Protect Pamela.” Dewy obeys, faithfully,halts, twists in front of girl. Preston bents down, clears moredirt from object as Geneva watches, impatiently. Preston snarls,lightly. “Here…your precious prize.” Geneva squats, swiftly,ratchets box from hole, lays on dirt. Preston points, rudelySouthern direction of cave, orders, protectively. “Return, Dewy.Follow him…”

Geneva raises, swings Colt .45 at Pamela.“No!”

“You got both…prize and me, Geneva.” Prestonholds, vertically arms and hands in air, freely. Geneva swings gunat Preston, grins, toothy. Preston demands, protectively. “Return,Dewy. Pamela follow Dewy, he’ll lead you out of here.”

“Preston?” Pamela moans, sadly.

“Everything’s fine, Pamela. Go with Dewy,you’ll be safe. I promise.” Preston orders, protectively. Genevalifts shovel, slams tip into box, smashes wood into pellets anddust, lifts 6 inches X 5 inches in free hand, examines contents,gasps, nosily.

“Empty, bitch?” Preston boasts, loudly,laughs. Hard.

“What?”

“Kinda like your Colt .45, family heirloom,Geneva?” Preston taunts, mysteriously.

“Where are the diamonds, BOA?”

“Gimme your tattle tail source, now. Then,I’ll tell location of real diamonds, Geneva.”

“Tattle tail source, why, now, whyimportant?” She pauses, dramatically, arches eyebrow, left. “Yaknow, we can find the diamonds, together, share the prize. No onewill suspect.”

“Too dumb, bitch to act alone. I want themastermind of your crimes for killing Thurston, murdering Ashley,Larry and Stockton.”

“Where are the diamonds?” Geneva demands,viciously.

“You’re alive…well sorta. Money’ll help yourbad looks.” He scratches finger pads against dusted whiskers,grins, toothy.

“You might be the mastermind, Preston,playing me? How are your involved, darling?”

“Just an innocent country bumpkin from thefarm, first assignment from FBI…”

“Like me?”

“You ain’t innocent, bitch.”

“I’ll tattle tail, only if you promise thelocation of diamonds.” Preston nods, once. “There were 4

double crossing agents on that stake out. Me,Thurston, and Ashley…”

“Paul.” Preston fills, completely.

“You don’t know that, Preston.” Genevasnarls, ugly.

“I can guess good.” Preston grins,toothy.

“You’re a shit ass, Preston.” Geneva barks,nasty.

“Many times over.” He grins, toothy. “Ya see,bitch. We figured out Thurston’s one of the bad guys. Did me afavor, Geneva…killing him, thank ya, kindly.” He smiles, sweetly.Geneva grunts, loudly. “Poor Ashley got caught in your surprisedeadly explosion then you disappeared off my radar for two longyears, showed up at Cyber Crimes as director…” He shakes, sidewaysblack skull. “Then, I’ll be damn.”

“You discovered me?”

“Naw, bitch. I just hate your guts, nothingpersonally, Geneva.” Preston smirks, handsomely.

Geneva shakes, sideways blonde skull, blinks,twice eyelids. “I am totally confused, Preston.”

“Picture this, bitch. Dewy’s my best friend,Pamela’s my girl. So, I love and protect both of them to thedeath.”

“And…this involves the diamonds…how?”

“I saw Thurston, Ashley with a stray puppythat day…in here for the exchange of American technology data withdiamonds. Fake American techno data, did ya know that, bitch?”Preston laughs, hardy. Geneva parts, widely red lips. Prestoncontinues, soberly. “Thurston fires pistol at you, misses. Youdisappear. I chase after and catch that puppy. Then, I hearexplosion echo inside this cave.” He pauses, dramatically. Genevalowers gun, slightly. “I return upon seeing Ashley covered in redclay. Thurston blown into body parts, scattered everywhere. Ashleychants over and over. ‘Find it’.”

“She barked exclamation in physician’soffice.”

“Yeah, she did. Ashley is sick…mentally sickin the head…unlike, you, crazy sick in the head.” He pauses,dramatically. “Ashley was covered in dirt on fours, scratching theearth for…that damn box.”

“Ashley knew about the diamonds.”

“You mentioned it first, four double-crossingagents, triple-crossing each other.” Preston chuckles, lightly.“Ya’ll got your just rewards.”

“The diamonds?”

“Yeah! My puppy named Dewy finds the boxalong with Thurston’s right hand. See, told ya, he was a lefty,holding the gun. When blast imploded this body, his forearm, handand box landed over there where Dewy dug out the box…two yearslater.”

“You stole the diamonds.” Geneva gasps,nosily, relays, quickly, whips Colt .45 at Preston.

Preston grins, toothy. “You and me just likethe Wild, Wild West, bitch.” He holds palms vertically in air. Sheaims, accurately at him.

Geneva yells, angrily. “I want them…now.”

“Be fair, Geneva. Gun in hostler, or yourpants, then we shoot on…three.”

“I shoot you…now.” She fires as bulletlaunching to red clay. THUD!

“Shit happens!” Preston smirks, nasty, calls,loudly. “My draw?” Preston glides Barrett pistol from back muscles,aims, accurately, fires single bullet directly