Remember last week when I pointed out how each installment of Unacceptable has been going back in time? Remember how in last week's story, someone talked about fighting ninjas in the past tense? Guess what happens this week!
“I’m not trying to be difficult, but this is unacceptable,” I shouted to Vanessa over the distinct, sharp sound of a hotel window shattering as a ninja is thrown through it.
“They comped your room. What more do you want?” said Vanessa. She blocked an incoming sword with the legs of a chair and then twisted, disarming her next opponent.
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This week is part 9 of my 4-part series of fill-in pieces on The Higgs Weldon. Lately, we've been going back in time just slightly with each installment. And this week: we do it again!
“I’m not trying to be difficult, but this is unacceptable,” I said to my phone’s translator app. It beeped at me three times. It didn’t look like the Brazilian embassy’s armed guards spoke three beeps. I checked the settings. “Brazilian” wasn’t even available in the list of languages; this thing was no help.
I took a step back and looked the building up and down, hoping for a way in that didn’t involve making friends with or murdering these guards.
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What's a fun espionage story without a crazy enemy agency? If you want to find out, you're going to have to stop reading Unacceptable at The Higgs Weldon, because this week we introduce TUSK!
“I’m not trying to be difficult, but this is unacceptable,” I muttered as I jammed a steak knife into the hand of the TUSK agent I used to think was Bill the waiter. I suppose his name might have been Bill, but he hadn’t been a particularly good waiter, or, as it turned out, a very good assassin. Why had he taken the time to read us such an extensive list of specials if he was just going to try to murder us before the main course?
“What was that, Colin?” said Albert as he shattered a glass blender over the head of a TUSK that had been our sommelier. He knew an awful lot about wine. It’d be a damn shame if any of it got knocked loose just because he also happened to be a member of the world’s most elite espionage organization named after part of a walrus.
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