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    The Finisher Series: Kings
    The Finisher Series: Kings
    The Finisher Series: Kings
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    The Finisher Series: Kings

    By Bert Marshall

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    Growing up, I was the kid no one noticed. In group photos or school activities, I was the child on the end behind and out of the way. I made straight B's mainly because I was never challenged. In organized sports, my dad pushed me, but I just didn't seem to have the drive to excel. I was simply average in every way including looks.

    I worked after school and saved every penny I could. I wanted to join the various school clubs, but I reasoned it a waste of time when I could be making money. When I was fifteen, I was hit by a car on my bicycle on my way to cut grass. I spent fourteen weeks in the hospital recovering from a head injury that not only changed my personality, but the course my life would take.

    I began to grow and develop and by the age of sixteen, I went from 5-4 to 5-11 and began to put on muscle. I went out for JV football and was added as a running back. I became aggressive both on the field and in class and was soon on the honor roll. On the field I averaged over a hundred yards rushing every single game and by the end of the season, I was moved to start on varsity the next year.

    Now with all of this change, you would think I would be the BMOC, but I was quiet, abnormally so and word got around that the bike injury had fucked me up in the head. Everyone wanted to be seen with me at school, but no one wanted to hang with me at the Friday night parties. I never bothered to refute the whispered claims and didn't go out for football my sophomore year no matter who tried to convince me including my dad.

    Instead I joined a karate school. It was a traditional Korean style called Tang Soo Do Moo Duk Kwan and in this, I found a brotherhood who appreciated my quiet disposition. I rapidly moved up through the belts by studying two hours after school and working out up to six hours on Saturdays. Sundays I attended the local church with my parents and there I learned the moral rights and wrongs I carry with me today... Well, most of them.

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    PublisherBert Marshall
    Release dateMay 9, 2017
    ISBN9781370149858
    The Finisher Series: Kings
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    Bert Marshall

    Bert Marshall lives in Baytown, Texas and is a Baytown Sun Columnist, Blogger, martial artist, geocacher, PC repair specialist, Jeeper, hiker, indoor cycling instructor, past Texas State Emergency Care Attendant, Hunter education instructor, and a USAF Vietnam Veteran with two tours (651 days in-country).

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      The Finisher Series - Bert Marshall

      The Finisher series - Kings

      By Bert Marshall

      Published by Bert Marshall at Smashwords

      Copyright 2017 Bert Marshall

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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      Growing up, I was the kid no one noticed. In group photos or school activities, I was the child on the end behind and out of the way. I made straight B's mainly because I was never challenged. In organized sports, my dad pushed me, but I just didn't seem to have the drive to excel. I was simply average in every way including looks. Most people knew my name was Ken, but very few knew my entire name is Kenneth Thomas Hawkins.

      I worked after school and saved every penny I could. I wanted to join the various school clubs, but I reasoned it a waste of time when I could be making money. When I was fifteen, I was hit by a car on my bicycle on my way to cut grass. I spent fourteen weeks in the hospital recovering from a head injury that not only changed my personality, but the course my life would take.

      I began to grow and develop and by the age of sixteen, I went from five-four to five-eleven and began to put on muscle. I went out for junior varsity football and was added as a running back. I became aggressive both on the field and in class and was soon on the honor roll. On the field I averaged over a hundred yards rushing every single game and by the end of the season, I was moved to start on varsity the next year.

      Now with all of this change, you would think I would be the BMOC, but I was abnormally quiet and word got around that the bike injury had fucked me up in the head. Everyone wanted to be seen with me at school, but no one wanted to hang with me at the Friday night parties. I never bothered to refute the whispered claims and didn't go out for football my sophomore year no matter who tried to convince me including my dad.

      Instead I joined a karate school. It was a traditional Korean style called Tang Soo Do Moo Duk Kwan and in this, I found a brotherhood who appreciated my quiet disposition. I rapidly moved up through the belts by studying two hours after school and working out up to six hours on Saturdays. Sundays I attended the local church with my parents and there I learned the moral rights and wrongs I carry with me today... Well, most of them.

      My first sexual experience was in the upstairs Sunday school room with a married woman who was twenty-seven years old and had two children. I was seventeen at the time and six-one and one hundred and seventy-five pounds and my body was rippling with muscle I earned the hard way. She kept telling me how pleased she was with my progress at church and had invited me to her room after Sunday school to hang a picture because it was so hard. Everyone had left to go eat and I was beguiled by her heavy breasts, cinched in waist and wider than teen girl’s hips.

      Sister Elaine Bledsoe had a very pretty face and with her hair piled up high, looked like the most beautiful woman I had ever beheld and when she saw the look of lust on my face, she helped me lift the painting up on the wall and mashed her large breasts into my back. Many times I had seen her staring at me before and I turned to face her after the picture was on the wall and my hands dropped to her hips.

      She did not move away and I slowly lowered my hands down until I lifted them up under her dress and she pushed her pussy mound against my rock hard member. I was shocked when my hands got to her firm ass and realized she wasn't wearing panties and at her franticly quick movements, she opened my black dress slacks and pushed them down to my knees, underwear and all.

      At her urging, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist and that is when this married woman took a fat cock much larger than her husband's. As I lowered her, her voice got deeper and when I passed a certain mark, she began to buck and vibrate something fierce. It scared me at first as I thought I was hurting her and her eyes got wide and she shook her head yes and I lowered her down until our bodies touched and I gave her four violent strokes before I let my seed fly harder than my hand was capable of.

      Throughout high school Elaine and I carried on an ultra secret love affair and when I left for college she was three months pregnant with what she prayed was not my baby. During that time, I earned a scholastic full scholarship to Texas Rice University to study Criminal Justice and had earned a second degree black belt at the dojang.

      I consider myself fairly bright, but I struggled through four years at Rice like a guy wearing lead boots running the Houston marathon. I devoted myself to my studies almost to the exclusion of everything else and graduated with a 3.82 GPA. It was the absolute best I could do and when the war broke out in the Middle East, I did what so many other Americans did, I volunteered.

      I joined the US Air Force as an officer candidate and was eventually assigned to the Office of Special Investigation at Joint Base San Antonio as a first lieutenant. The reason for my promotion is I had the highest score ever recorded in the class and was put on the fast track. I took to air force life the same way I took to karate and Elaine Bledsoe - balls deep.

      I did my six year obligation, rubbing shoulders with the FBI, CIA, and NSA and left the service as a Major to join the Houston police force and then the FBI three years ago today. I was assigned to the Houston office as a liaison to the Houston district attorney's office working with Megan Hazelwood. She's brunette and has a body her business suit hardly hides. She's a top prosecutor and sharp as hell. My boss is Bonnie Heath at Langley and I've never met the woman, but word is she has the field skills to go with her position.

      My first two years in the FBI are spent working as a combat instructor where I learn everything there is to know about firearms, explosives, drug cartels, criminal methods, human trafficking, smuggling, and how to kill people. I spend five days of the week firing weapons of every kind until I can assemble and disassemble them with my eyes closed. I have no idea the role this will play in my future.

      One of the perks of my jobs is in every class I teach, there is at least one willing woman who loves to fool around and I take every advantage I can. The downside is it is actually a lonely life and I yearn for a deeper relationship - something I almost had with Elaine. I'll admit, that first year, I thought I was in love with her and I learned she had a baby girl who is now maybe six or seven. I haven’t seen the child or Elaine since I moved away.

      I've had numerous psyche evaluations since joining the Air Force and the FBI and they all said the same thing. I have a social detachment from general society. It is very easy for me to distance myself from people and actions. Some would say I have no conscience. I do, but breaking relationships doesn't bother me. I tend to put people in compartments and if I don't see them again, it is okay.

      Today Megan has asked me to join her in a private meeting and sitting across from us is an attractive woman maybe two three years older than I am and pleasingly attractive. She's blond and maybe five-three and something about her tells me she can handle herself. Ken, this is Bonnie Heath.

      Hello, Ken, pleased to finally meet you. She says and gives me a firm handshake without trying to impress me.

      Ma'am, I say and we both are seated. I have no doubt she knows everything there is to know about me including the fact that I have a child with Elaine. I know little to nothing about her, but my work in the OSI taught me all knowledge flows downhill.

      I have a proposition for you Ken and I want you to really think this through before you give me an answer. I think you are the perfect man for a program we are running and it requires a special person; one who possesses your mindset. Now granted, I can say this because I've ran the last three men who held this job and worked with them and your psychological profile is identical in a lot of ways.

      A number of large cities in Texas are running what we call a Finisher program where we have an agent operating to eliminate certain problems outside of normal boundaries. By hook or crook, they shut down people who operate outside the law and use unconventional means to perform this task. Do you follow me?

      This person kills them.

      Indeed and they have our full protection and resources at their disposal. However, they work alone and out of a secure compound located close to the city. Interested?

      Sounds dangerous.

      Not if we plan it carefully, but yes, it can be.

      How many before me and what is the time obligation?

      Both Bonnie and Megan are impressed and they smile. You will be number ten, so the program has been running that long.

      So one year and I do this at my current pay? I ask, because this sounds like a hellava risk for eighty thousand a year.

      Bonnie again smiles. You will like this part. The program is driven by confiscated monies and each mission averages a minimum twenty-thousand dollar payout in unmarked cash. Some are more and we have a CPA on retainer who has turned these monies into small fortunes for the previous clients. Most Finishers have left the program millionaires.

      You say most? I ask, catching that simple word.

      We've had a couple who did not leave voluntarily.

      You fired them or they were killed in action?

      On the job, like any police job puts your life on the line. We've also lost DA's and their assistants.

      Last year?

      Yes. Both were murdered by the cartels in retaliation for our law enforcement tactics.

      Your Finisher put the hurt on them and they tried to even it up.

      Exactly and that is how Megan took over.

      Do you and Megan get a cut of the pie?

      I am not at liberty to say.

      Fair enough. I accept.

      Ken, I urge you to think this over.

      Bonnie... I say and look into her hazel eyes. I thought you said you studied my profile.

      Okay, Ken, welcome aboard. It is the shortest and most productive meeting I’ve ever attended. The women stand, shake my hand and walk out talking like they have a lot of work to do. I look around and realize the meeting is over and I stand, stretch and head to my apartment.

      ----

      Three days later I meet Megan in Jacinto City and she opens an industrial eight foot chain link gate and we drive into a parking area. She explains the conveyor system whereby a FedEx truck will deliver my missions and cash payouts and they will go through a tube and come out inside the building in bay one of four bays. Megan is wearing a short skirt and jacket and I can't help but notice how it accents her figure and I follow her around the place as she explains the commo room with the five screens and all the CCTV cameras, the three bedrooms, and the last one has five huge safes.

      The first three are loaded with firearms and ammo of every kind including modern assault rifles and pistols and some hunting rifles too. Safe four has Semtex 10 plastique explosives like the cartels use. It comes out of one of the old Soviet bloc countries and is illegal as hell. Beside them are detonators and cell phones I learned to use while in FBI training.

      The last safe is empty except for one box and it has a lot of money in it. What is this? I ask and can't help but notice the top two buttons on her blouse are open. They weren't before, I am sure of it.

      It has become a tradition for the Finisher leaving the post to give the new guy a road stake. That’s the first twenty thousand they earned. It’s yours to do as you wish. She is giving me all the right signals and when she turns away and says, Is there anything else I can do for you, Ken," I step forward and put my hands on her hips.

      Like a bullwhip she turns and slaps me hard across the face. What in the fuck do you think I am? she angrily responds.

      Well, I thought you were interested, that's all, but I'm not a rapist Megan. You should know that. I touch my face and it’s hot. I don't have to tell her that she came here dressed like she did and unbuttoned those buttons. She knows it.

      It won't happen again, I say and Megan knows she just shut a door that will be hard to reopen. She thought it would be fun to tempt him. It is just one of many small mistakes she will make in dealing with this Finisher.

      She turns and I follow her out. She points at a white van in bay two and tells me it is my work truck and leaves. Normally I would stare at her ass, as she walked to her car, but I deliberately am back inside when she gets seated. Fuck her and the horse she rode in on. She knew damned well she was throwing out fuck bait.

      Watching her vehicle egress my compound, Well, Ken, that didn't go where you thought it would now did it? She was sending the let's fuck signals almost from the time she arrived and that's when I figured her out. She wanted to be the one who initiated it. She's the boss and when I touched her, it put me in the dominate role.

      ----

      The next day I get a package delivered with a driver's license, passport, Mastercard Black Card, and several gas credit cards. There is a note with it, "We

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