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An Inquisitive Federal Agent
East Coast Slaver Organization Story - XII
Chapter 01 ? Intrigued by theMystery (or What are You ? Umph!)
By: Desert Dog
Special Agent Sam Valiant threw the file she had been studying aside witha sigh of exasperation. She rubbed her aching temples with her fingertips whileglancing at her notes displayed on the twenty-one-inch monitor and her desktoplittered with piles of files. Despite her headache, her brain kept up a whirlof thoughts and possibilities while she waited for her fingers to get the throbbingto subside. Finally, she returned her fingers to the keyboard where they firstmoved hesitantly and then began to flicker quickly from key to key. She wasbecoming excited. ?Maybe there is a connection,? she muttered with enthusiasm.
?Shit!? she muttered, angrily kicking out at the desk as her latest thoughtdidn't bear fruit. Sam had been building a complicated set of interconnectiondiagrams between telephone numbers of possible suspects in a series of drug-relatedmurders in Miami , Florida . The charts tied personalities, phones, locations,and in some cases, taped cell intercepts and wiretaps of conversations. ?Theproblem is,? she griped, ?that there is no clear connection between the drugorganizations and the team of killers.?
Taking a deep breath, she glanced about the darkened sea of cubicles aroundher. ?As usual,? she complained, ?they're all gone. It's no wonder this isdriving me nuts; nobody even cares about the deaths of a buncha drug organizationthugs and their missing bimbos.? Since the office was clearly empty at ninethirty on a Friday night, Sam safely leaned back and stretched her arms highover her head, thrusting her full D-cup breasts up and straining the buttonedsuit jacket she wore nearly to the bursting point. Deciding none of her chauvinisticmale colleagues were around, she stood up to remove her jacket and got comfortablewith a grateful sigh. ?It's a fucking disaster having to work with these Neanderthalmorons,? she thought. Sam's heavy-duty bra, built to carry her pendulous breasts,was evident as an extra-wide band of lace under her blouse and camisole top.Her breasts were both a symbolic bane to her existence and paradoxically, oneof her most prized possessions.
Sam Valiant, born Samantha Louise Valiant, was twenty-eight years old anda one-year veteran of the Miami Field Office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.Driven and focused, Sam had always known she was going to be a cop. She tooklocal community college courses in criminology while still in high school andthen moved on to earn a Bachelor of Science in Criminal Justice Programs atnearby Florida Metropolitan University . After deciding the course work wasfar simpler than she had expected, Sam raised the standards of her goals significantlyand went on to complete her law degree at Florida State University . She easilypassed her Florida Board of Bar Examiners test and became a legally practicingattorney. With her intelligence and focused dedication proven, Samantha Valianteasily wowed the F.B.I. interview team and she was accepted as a trainee atthe F.B.I. Academy in Quantico , Virginia . As a new agent, Sam spent muchof her time engrossed in studies at the Forensic Science Research and TrainingUnit and the Behavioral Science Unit. Special Agent Valiant's first postingwas to an office in her old stomping grounds; she was assigned to the MiamiField Office. Sam's hoped for niche in the F.B.I . was as an investigator becauseshe had little interest in becoming a supervising field agent despite her physicalprowess.
When Sam reported for duty in Miami , her physical attributes simply overwhelmedher male colleagues. At the time, she was twenty-six, stood five-feet-eleven-inchestall in her bare feet, and weighed in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds.Solid muscle packed into an athlete's body, Sam found time every day to driveherself to exhaustion with a grueling two-hour workout. Through college, andlater working for the FBI, Sam budgeted money for her gym membership and apersonal trainer to hold her to her exacting standards. Despite her solid build,Samantha Louis Valiant had a body to die for with wide hips and a perfectlysculpted ass, an amazingly tiny waist, and natural hooters that a Las Vegascallgirl would have paid tens of thousands of dollars to have. Samantha was,in common terms, ?built like a brick shithouse' andhad a body that every man in the field office dreamed of trading their soulsto possess, even for a single night. Sam, not even remotely interested in datingor a relationship of any kind, was extremely protective of her privacy andcoldly rebuffed any attempt by her horny colleagues to get to know her. Becauseof her cold attitude, many of the men in the office came to distrust her andfear working beside her, despite her proven track record with solving coldcases. The few professional women and the secretarial staff in the office followedthe lead of the males, distancing themselves from what they saw as an overlycompetitive Amazon, who although rumored to have zero interest in sex, wasclearly the kind of woman that could easily pluck any scrumptious catch rightout of their hands. Sam was a threat to every woman in the F.B.I. Field Office.
Like all F.B.I. agents, Sam's style of dress was conservative and immaculate.She always wore a dark tailored jacket, usually expensive white blouses, andeither a matching skirt or slacks. Sam wore panties, pantyhose, and a camisoletop to work every day regardless of her choice of skirt or slacks and she worefootwear that was comfortable at a sprint or during her normal fourteen-hour-workday.Amazingly, Sam didn't own a single set of sexy underwear, alluring eveningwear,or glamorous outfits for the bedroom; instead, she was business personified,focusing solely on work, and taking no time off for vacations or relaxation.
Several things about the clearly related murders and disappearances in hercurrent case were very troubling to Sam. First, only men had been killed inthe bloody confrontations; the drug dealers' girlfriends, partygirls, and otherwomen placed at the murder scenes had simply disappeared without a trace. Second,while bodies were found, they were only from a single drug organization andno bodies were ever found from the attacking organization. Third, while thepolice made a point of heralding the amount of drugs and cash found at eachof the scenes, the whole thing was fishy. Sam felt that no drugs or cash shouldhave been found because the survivors of the shootouts would have taken everything.Fourth, while police agents had been on stakeout at one of the sites, no lawenforcement agents were killed. The last piece of the puzzle that botheredSam was that the only females to reappear were members of the very counterdrugtask force charged with monitoring one of the drug organizations.
She took a deep breath, pleased with the feel of her large breasts lurchingunder the expensively tailored woman's blouse. Because of her tiny waist andoverly large muscular shoulders, no off the shelf blouse looked right withoutextensive tailoring. Ignoring Sam's breasts, her chest measurement alone wasa solid thirty-eight inches of muscle. Plopping D-cup jugs atop a chest thatrivaled a male gymnast, gave Samantha Louise Valiant a whopping 44-D bra size.Actually, it was a point of honor for Sam to squeeze her giant milk bags intothe D-cup bra even though she clearly would be more comfortable in an E-cup.The slightly too small D-cups more tightly restrained her mountainous breasts,holding them in place from moving about in a distracting manner during work.She had found that even F.B.I. agents lost at least thirty IQ points when theynoticed her massive mammaries. An unexpected jiggle or two and no man in theoffice could maintain any thread of coherent thought. Sam was tired of thebrainless babbling of the twits that worked beside her.
Special Agent Valiant looked again at the listing of dead and missing persons. ?Thefirst incident was at the legal office of an attorney suspected of launderingfunds for the Oscar Lynden Organization,? she mumbled aloud. ?Only one bodyhad been found in the charred remains of the office structure, Nathanial ItzelArchibold, the attorney. His paralegal and secretary were never found.? Shetraced her fingers across the drug trafficking chart she had built. ?Then,just days later, the Lynden Organization virtually ceases to exist. Oscar Lynden,his primary lieutenant James Lee, and at least six of his enforcers die attwo different locations in the Miami area.? Her other interconnection diagramhad confirmed ties within the Lynden Organization to key area dealers, bankingconnections, and Mexican, Caribbean , and Colombian connections. ?The partthat bothers me is that supposedly they had a run in with an expansion of theArellano Felix Organization of Mexico who released their enforcers, the LasZetas, on them. There is just no substantiation of that theory. I haven't founda single connection between the Lynden Organization and Arellano Felix, Jamaicans,or Las Zetas. This just looks fishy to me.?
?Atthe same time,? she continued thinking aloud, ?Oscar's bimbo, his lieutenant'sundercover girlfriend, a cocaine party-girl-housewife and her girlfriend, andtwo agents in an undercover surveillance mission all turn up missing. It justdoesn't make sense.? Another unproved connection to the demise of the largestcrack and prostitution ring in Miami also bothered her. ?Next Guy Brent, histrophy wife, his mistress sisters, and three key thugs disappear along withmost of the evidence that could have led to the millions he had stashed away.? Shetook another look at the data and muttered, ?In fact, ? the forensic teamsnever found any leads to other drugs, cash, illegal off-shore accounts, orto suppliers and customers. All the off-shore accounts had already been raidedby someone.? She frowned again and added, ?That's partially why I'm so suspiciousof the three law enforcement agents who so miraculously showed up with detailedproof of this supposed failed scheme by the Arellano Felix Organization totake over in Miami.? Even though many arrests and the seizure of drugs andcash followed, Sam thought it was all too weak, too implausible given thatno outside evidence backed up the story given by the three female agents.
?It stinks worse than a whore after servicing a platoon of crab-infested Marines,? shegrinned at her private humor. Samantha Louise Valiant would never crack anoff-color joke except to herself. Her own special brand of wit demonstratedthe weakness of males of her species in making lousy judgments when it cameto getting their craniums to overcome the smaller brain lodged in the frontof their cocks. Sam didn't hate men, their cocks, or heterosexual liaisons;no, she simply didn't want to put up with the childish nature of the men sheknew and didn't want to waste time in searching for a better man.
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