Agila

“So… Agila? What have you been told about me?” I asked once we had pulled away from the presidential carpark in her unmarked car. I had gotten the secret policewoman away from the palace as quickly as I could, the other government staff suddenly losing interest to me.

“I have been instructed that you are depraved foreign peeg vith lot of money”, she said in that ubiquitous Eastern European accent that I was becoming accustomed to hearing, “and that ve should all do anything you vant, so you will stop country from starving”

uh, that sounds pretty accurate actually, I thought, but... Ouch! Peeg!

“and that you are now boss of all national departments, including police”, she continued.

“yeah”, I agreed, and laid a hand on her thigh, just to test the waters. I was convinced this woman could break my arm just by twitching a finger if she chose, but it would be good to know how things stood. I braced myself, but no rebuke appeared. I slid my hand upwards until it sat on the crotch of her tight leather pants.

Other than dutifully opening her legs a little as she drove, Agila did not respond. Excellent! I thought, and retrieved my hand. “So vot, I mean what, do you do around here”.

She adjusted herself in her seat once more as if nothing had happened. “My team, ve enforce rule of law and stability of country, If people are misbehaving ve make them stop. People are not disappeared so much as they were in old days, but sometimes it pays to make them remember they could be so that they behave themselves.”

“I see”, I nodded, when actually, I didn’t see. “So… when you say disappear…?”

“Arrested. middle of night. Taken to Gulag. Never seen again. That sort of thing.”, she said as if describing something fucking obvious to a moron.

“Oh”, and I did see.

I had thought we were just driving aimlessly while we chatted, but after a little while I saw a plane coming in to land at the airport which was approaching in front of us “So where are we going now?”

“Airport. There ees stuff for me to do here. You can come along if you vont. If not, we can go some place and I can blow your dick eef you rather I do that instead. You are boss”.