Jack and Landa dress for their rendezvous with the "Cobbler". Landa provides Jack with some authentic Cuban style clothing...loose cream-colored slacks, a flowery shirt, brown loafers and of course a white brimmed hat with a brown band. Landa paints on a pair of bright yellow pants and a white blouse with a sash tied around her waist. She ditches her do-me spikes from the previous evening for a white pair of flats, which lowers the top of her head to about Jacks chin level.
Jack nods in approval, his mouth watering at the way the sheer cotton cloth adheres to her gorgeous ass, as well as the fact that she isn't wearing a bra; her delicious hard dark nipples marking their existence in the shear silky fabric of her blouse. Jack has a love affair with hard dark nipples!
"Just a couple on a stroll around town huh!" Jack quips.
Landa responds by winking. She flashes a sweet grin, and then works the slide on her Walther PPK, chambering a round. She expertly tucks it inside her waist sash, totally concealed from view. No one will suspect such a gorgeous little thing would be packing. Jack reaches under the pillow and pulls out his Glock, checking to ensure a round is chambered. He tucks it under his shirt in the small part of his back.
"Sure, don't want to use this if at all possible darling." He says with a bit of a glare at Landa.
"Senior Jack, just follow my lead, say nothing and I will conduct our business."
With that settled, they leave the apartment and slowly descend to the ground floor. Landa stops to listen at the entrance to the cobbler shop, nods at Jack, and proceeds through the door. She launches into a cacophony of Spanish with the short individual behind the counter. Jack can see that the slightly hunched over elderly man had a sharp eye. He is being studied closely as the cobbler trades pleasantries with Landa.
After much ado, Landa turns to Jack and says, "Senior Jack, please open your briefcase for the gentleman."
Jack places the briefcase on the counter and works the lock mechanisms. He opens the lid and slowly turns it to face the cobbler. The elderly man's eyes, no matter how much he attempted to conceal his excitement, seemed to be extremely pleased. After all, how often does a simple government go between seeing 4 million dollars all stacked in a neat little package.
The cobbler reaches out to touch the money and Lando slams the top down, almost catching his finders in the case. She looks at him and violently lets out a string of expletives. Translated as:
"Produce the documents that constituted the originally agreed upon deal old man!"
The cobbler reaches below the counter and produces 2 memory sticks, handing them to Landa.
She pulls out an electronic device and plugs the sticks into it, first one, then the other. She studies the screen for what seemed to be an eternity, but in reality, was about 2 minutes. She smiles, and reaches out to shake the cobbler's hand saying,
"Looks like we have a deal sir".
The cobbler smiles and reaches for the case. As he does, Landa pulls a silenced older semi auto from under her sash and puts 2 380 rounds in the cobbler's head. Jack watches in a state of confusion as the old man drops to the floor.
Landa, not batting an eye, says "Senior Jack, gather your briefcase and come with me."
They ascend the stairs to her apartment and where she grabs a kind of duffle bag from a closet and tells Jack to empty the briefcase into it. Jack opens the duffle, and it is full of cash. He dumps the contents of the briefcase in and zips it shut. Landa, starts spraying lighter fluid over everything. She tells Jack to head down to the ground floor and she continues to spray the flammable liquid. She enters the cobbler shop and coats the body and everything likewise. Joining Jack at the front door, she smiles and looks into his eyes.
"Ready to go Senior?" she says in her sexiest sultry voice.
Jack glares at her and nods intently as if to say, 'Are you freaking kidding me?'
Landa pulls out and lights a zippo lighter, lights it and tosses it over her shoulder as they close the door behind them. They make their way down to the dock and untie the Loosy-Too. Just as they pull away from the dock, they look back and see the building is raging with fire and sirens are wailing. Perfect cover for a smooth get away. Jack guides the craft out of the harbor and points her in the direction of the southern US coast.
Once five miles out from the Cuban coastline, Jack pulls back the throttles and stares intently at Landa. "What the fuck was that woman?"
Landa smiles at Jack, walks across the deck and places her hands on his cheeks. She looks him in the eye and plants the most delicious sensual kiss on his lips then says in the most southern American voice ever heard,
"Jack, I have been doing the dirty work for the CIA way too long. This is my out baby. Thanks for being so easy with assisting me."
Jack melts from her kiss and sits down in the captain's chair, staring at her not sure what she has gotten him into.
"You better start talking gorgeous, and it better be good, or you will never see the US coastline again!"
For the next 3 hours as the Loosy-Too grinds towards the coast at cruise speed, Landa tells Jack of all the dirty filthy jobs she has done 'in the name of 'national security,' emphasizing what a complete farce it all is. She told him about every greasy Cubano she sucked and fucked and how 5 years ago she started skimming the bribe money, as she earned the trust of her overlords at the biggest criminal agency that has ever existed. She explains how she personally worked the deals, funneling bribe money to and through Cuban operators, as a free agent. She developed her plan and with this 4 million, her walk away fund tops out at a cool 10 mil.
"I've had it Jack," she explained.
"These fuckers teased me into this when I was in high school and then after they paid for my first year of college, they presented me an option to go to work for them and they would pay for the rest of my degree, as well as a masters, or I would owe them $80K with interest and they would destroy my life. I had a choice...but I actually didn't.
My insurance is the video I have of every one of the upper management levels of the CIA fucking all the women on staff...against their will, as well as some of the men, at various parties and in foreign embassies. Thats the only reason they are letting me out. Well, that and the dead man switches I set up. Anything happens to me, the switches trip, and the media is flooded to the American people. All the sex, drugs, and every dirty deed these fuckers have perpetrated over the last 50 years."
