The Mini-burger

FanFic in the Birmoverse

Agent Frellman – Abe

Agent Frellman had just finished his weekly meeting with Raoul Castro. Secondment to the DGI in Havana was agreeing with Frellman, as it was helping him hone his sausage-making skills in his spare time. When he wasn’t chasing down Cayman Island money launderers and rogue credit derivative traders, of course.

“Yessir”, he thought, as he hopped into a taxi to go to Chorizo School Number 5 in Luyano, “This is one sweeet posting.”

As the taxi rounded onto La Pesquera by the harbour, Frellman looked over his right shoulder and caught a glimpse of the wall of light approaching the coast from the North.

“Man, I’ve gotta stop smoking those Montecristos Raoul gives me. Either the Yanks have just started World War Three, or Pan Galactic Space Lizard Blarkon has coughed up a furball from hell and it’s coming this way.”

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3 April, 2009 - Posted by | Pepsi Challenges, Without Warning

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