“It seems the a stop payment was applied to the transaction: the transaction was cancelled by the owner of the credit card.”
Fury made her entire human body shake, and her blood pressure rise, but she calmed herself so she could finish the conversation with the customer service representative. “Thank you miss. I appreciate your help.”
Normally gray-green eyes burned red hot, and she changed into Poisonous. Knowing where the buyer resided, and sensing his emotional signature from the conversation with him, she flew towards the Middle East, and landed, guided by her keen olfactory abilities towards the scent of arrogance, and thievery. A modern high rise building in the now modern city of Dubai, United Arab Emirates stood before her, and the scent overpowered her senses, as they were on high alert. Shivering with anger, she changed to a human, and Perri walked into the building, and approached the concierge desk. “I’m looking for Sadiq Waddi. He works for the Dubai Trading Company.”
The concierge answered, “He is located on the ninth floor. Let me call him and advise him that you are here.”
The concierge waited for an answer, and then said, “Mr. Waddi, sir: you have a visitor…hold on a moment…” She turned to Poisonous, and asked, “Who are you, and what is the nature of your business?”
“I’ve been sent by his uncle, Uwayam Waddi, as a present. He will understand.” Powerful suggestion of sexual pleasure travelled up to the ninth floor.
“You may go up,” the concierge said.
“Thank you.” She strode to the elevator, pushed the button for the ninth floor, and within seconds, the elevator door opened. A receptionist asked her as she walked in, “May I help you?”
“Yes; I’m here to see Sadiq Waddi…he’s expecting me.”
“He’s in the third office on the right.”
“Thank you.”
Forcing herself to remain calm, she walked casually towards his office. Looking in, he saw a middle aged man, who looked up from his papers at her, taking her in and undressing her with his eyes. “Are you the girl my uncle sent to me?”
“Yes. I am” She forced herself to sound like she wanted to please him.
“Well, come here, and close the door.” He smiled and licked his lips, an obvious sign of foreplay.
She closed the door behind her, and walked towards him, sitting in the chair in front of his desk. “So, Sadiq: I hear you recently made a purchase of armaments from a trader in the United States.”
“How would you know of such things? Women do not participate in men’s business…”
“You see, sweetie, you cheated the buyer out of the price of the armaments, by stopping payment on the order.”
His eyes widened. “What do you know about my dealings?”
“I know that I’m the seller of those armaments, and you screwed me royally.”
“Well, it serves you right. Women should not be involved in such business.”
“Oh, you’re wrong, Sadiq. Not only am I involved, but I intend to get my money…”
“Hah! You can’t even…”
Before he finished his sentence, Poisonous took on her demonic form, and glared at the son of a dog who had tried to hustle her out of over a half billion dollars. “I’ll show you what this woman will do to scum like you…” Long tentacles travelled to the victim and wrapped around his arms and legs. bared fangs gleamed in her wide open mouth. He looked in horror as she jumped at him before he could move. Frozen in terror, the only movement he made was to let his mouth hang open. Then she sunk her fangs into his neck, drained the blood from his body and burped with pleasure. As he slumped down in his chair, she spat highly toxic venom at his face, and watched with immense satisfaction as he disintegrated into nothing.
“As I said, sweetie, don’t trifle with your superiors.” Admiring her work, she quipped, “I know the vampire things is rather cliché, but…what the Hell; I was in the mood.” Immediately, she dialed the number of the credit card company, and imitating Sadiq’s voice exactly, said, “Yes. I recently stopped payment on a credit card transaction to one of my suppliers. I would like to go ahead and allow payment to go through for the transaction to a Poisonous Perri, LLC.”
The voice on the other end of the line consented, reversing the stop payment.
“Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?”
“That will do.”
The phone went back into its receiver, her legs went up on the desk, and she lit one of his cigars—very expensive ones at that—and poured herself a drink from a bottle of some very expensive American Scotch. “Yes…now this is more like it.” She cackled at the stupidity of such men who thought women were only property to be used for their pleasure. “You haven’t met Poisonous, obviously—but you will, gentlemen; you will.”
* * *
Dan Hightower, a ten year veteran of the FBI in his early thirties answered the summons of a call from his boss, Fred Hammond.
“I need you to come to my office right away,” said Fred. “There is an urgent matter we must discuss.”
“I’m coming, boss. Be there in a minute.”
Dan walked down the hall, and reaching his boss’ doorway, announced himself. “What’s up, boss?”
“Have a seat, Dan,” Hammond said.
After Dan sat down, Hammond began.
“You see, Dan, there are many questionable, and many more downright illegal transactions being conducted on the so called ‘Dark Web.’”
“I’ve heard about that. People use the operating system called ‘Tor.’ In itself, it’s just a very protected network using layers of encryption, then layers of un-decryption, which is finally readable as an fully unencrypted data at the last node.”
“Yes,” his boss agreed. “It was developed by the Navy to be
