Security Firm

A story about private security and their surveillance of citizens hoping to invade the private lives of others and cause espionage to sabotage the livelihood of innocent lives.

Nickey Rurke the solicitor from Williams and Sons was reading a very interesting case article about a security company for stalking and killing their victims.

They chose the company they work for in a holiday resort.

The case unfolds like this.

The mystery behind witchcraft and black magic. A fake case of one powerful witch.

It was a cover up of the true culprit of crime avoiding criminal charges of persecution, blackmailing, financial extortion and culpable corporate manslaughter.

Miss Nickey Rurke spoke to herself. "They use myths to cover up the facts."

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"El Carillo, you know them?"

"I am not sure they have millions."

"You stop spitting out our service vehicle window. "

"Ok Romazoid Cubana to my life."

"You are like parat art in Italy."

"Cinko?"

"Have you seen Sonata B. Good?"

"I have not had time to make love."

"You make sure you are pumping iron."

"You are committing a crime, El Carillo."

The two security sharks were waiting for their victims to prey.

"Oh boy." Storis walked up to our vehicle. "Have you heard about Netherlands pagans?"

"No and don't tell me." El Carillo knew. They will have shallow clouds in hallow marks when Gozo Kyu arrives. I knew. "It is boring Storis. You better bring better stories."

"How about Gozo Kyu? You do not tell me about him, Carillo!"

"Yes we are here really to hunt communists?"

"You talk dirty to me." Storis said to make his walk away hoping not to be their informer no more.

We knew our company boss Gozo Kyu wanted money. Gozo security had to hunt their victims earning extra in the pocket. The security mogul.

It was Georgian company with the Japanese name Gozo Kyu security to look trustable and reliable, earning public trust in foreigners' names.

We made people suffer and steal their money. Hidden in plain sight is our public trust theft and how profits are made.

We continued patrolling the streets of Georgia.

The day we met Park Long, a construction site founder and business man managing director of projects within real estate. Park Long felt a sweet tooth for us to become our bait and pay in our daily lives patrolling our nation streets.

We kidnapped his half Japanese born and raised daughter to sexually exploit her in a brothel chained to a wall on heroin needle in smelling bed for her family fall and a new career for prostitution initiation.

She was chained near the radiator without a window and daylight. When her father was selling everything to have his daughter back and die from our hands in Georgia.

This is what we call bad investment. But before the story begins.

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"You better fock good in Tbilisi our Japanese executive daughter."

"Yeah. She needs to party with both of us." A fake Gozo Kyu company was making plans.

"We love Japanese possy and we lick it well." Cubana and Carillo were making plans before their big date out night.

They took their rubber and left to see their Japanese executive business deal. They took the sleeping powder in case she fights back and they will need to put her to sleep. The thirst for first night slip in was too high and stakes for money were their fortunes in demonic names calling their witchcraft of powder to do the work.

"I am sure your wife Carillo, our Sonata B. Good will cover up a good alibi we were in orgy."

"I am sure the Japanese will not know what hit them when we are out of her street corner."

They brushed their hair to double check and splashed lotion before they left to see their fortunes to come forth.

The Georgia were full dark of shadows, twists to turns out their back alleys from organ thieves to narco barons selling good powder to a woman to share off your genitals. The fake Gozo Kyu security company knew their ways in and out of crime city.

One barman, Gintaras, the king of porn was whipping their glasses with a towel to pour a drink like he was masturbating it.

"Gintaras, why is your head so big?"

"I have got focking Astrav in my head."

Cubana made an observation.

He knew about Amsterdam's sexual sect SODRA house from sick Queen of Netherlands. He took one drink and made future plans looking up how sweet whiskey tastes the throat of spices in alcoholic beverages.

"It will help to kill the taste." He was thinking about himself hoping to reach her clitoris and turn her into a Netherlands brothel's dream.

"Cubana. Are you really sure it is ok to kidnap Japanese native in Georgia and sexually exploit her it could earn us money."

"Yes El Carillo. We smoke her great and while we enjoy her we claim our investment. Her father Park Long will pay us good money."

"Thank you Cubana for supporting us for many years and working for our fake company." They made a toast to see her.

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"Here you drank too much sweetheart."

"Here let me hold your soft black hair and take you to psychic."

"We are the good guys." The street aley's two Georgian did blink holding a smile of joy they will hold a toast to sex and money from violence they bring in name of their culture.

Thankfully, they spoke to themselves, holding the Japanese daughter's hair feeling and stroking their zipper up knowing what is coming next.

Georgia never knew Ukrainians were coming for them. We all were excited Bruno was coming from Ukraine. The elite guard member. Park Long had his mind in a goodwill for the good.

Mr Long made plans to see his family free from worries and troubles they find in Georgia, a terror state of disgrace and horrors to be in a nonwar zone living like animals.

The Georgian capital Tbilisi made plans for their capture.

"I like cow gum, let's do it filthy and raw."

"Wow, lux." Two men of Georgia made their talk about the business deal they make in trade-off operational effects.

Two men standing in line for fame and fortune played the Japanese family they needed.

"I did that. It is your time Cubana."

"Thank you Carillo." The empty storeroom came cheap.

The case of deal it was in nature for fortune and fame they made their way in to stay cheap.

It was their private room.

"Ok. I am done. I look her up for her father to pay up."

"I am happy our Carillo, her father, makes us rich."

"Yes I am happy Cubana our fake security company Gozo Kyu will have the life we made it to be."

They never knew Ukrainian heroes were on their way in the night, only their eyes were visible in the dark seeing their prey of love in war. It was a family empire to show Gonzo Kyu Security in Georgia to provide them their last supper.

Cubana was placing his black belt back in his traps. He loaded his zipper back up and he felt good about it.

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Bruno made his way to the hotel knowing about horror in his operation he was briefed in Ukraine.

The flight was short from Kyiv to Tbilisi.

He took off his leather jacket and black denim to change into camouflage combos and green top he set his black paratroopers belt.

Bruno took his blade out and looked at the razor's edge he knew to cut some Georgian pigs.

Bruno Alex did have his hair loss before he finished his education but for simplicity of life he chose his work career profession in war to track and hunt losers dead like Gozo Kyu fake company.

"I fock them dead and slice their balls off." Bruno did enjoy sunlight off his blade.

"I think UV index is great here." He slid it in his tool belt to leave out for city night drinking and bar crawling wearing his dark bomber jacket.

"I will find those fockers." He already had fake company details from Mr Park Long.

It was a matter of time to complete the rescue operation and slice villains to sevage he finds nearby.

The serial killer's company never knew he was out hunting for them to end.

Cubana and El Carillo did keep their eyes open for beautiful women and enjoying the upskirts of passing tourists. They checked the shapes and names of their butt cheeks.

"I would love to wank it but you sit in the car."

"I hope Mr Long's daughter did not have your crabs."

"Don't worry. I am fine, you are fine."

"I am happy we are patrolling in a very sketchy neighborhood to help them."

The moment they look in Stories walking up to them with a bald head in a bomber jacket.

"I have a new investor hoping to find scouts for his cash in hand business." Stories tap the side of the window screen and pick up the bill from Bruno to walk away.

"You jump in our security vehicle and talk business."

"Yes we in Gozo Kyu security understand it is a very bad neighborhood."

"My name is Bruno and I am a military hunter specialising in risk taking, managing and investing in funeral homes."

"What does that mean? I am Cubana. He is El Carillo."

"It means I find dead people for people invest for me." Bruno did open his grey rucksack of Lari.

"It smells great and fresh what you have in here. Can I take a look?"

Two Georgian men felt their orgasmic look in their eyes seeing a pile of money. Cubana opens a pile of cash and takes one brick to brush it along to hear the sound of it crisp in the air. El Carillo grabs one. Cubana tosses him one aside to him in the air. He suddenly picks up a black panties mixed in the cash.

"What the hell?!"

"You smell it son? Mr Long added one from his daughter." He stabs Cubana in the back of his seat, paralysing him.

Taking one hand of his blade he punches El Carillo two times in the face, twisting his head to sides like a gym punch bag.

Cubana hoping to understand what happened is holding black string underwear in his hand holding one blade in his spine.

Bruno strangles with black strings of underwear behind his fingers from the hands of Cubana. El Carillo is choking and regaining his mind for his eyes to twist backwards he dies of his love tool.

A Ukrainian soldier picks up the blade off the back seat and stabs each strike in El Carillo and Cubana necks to make sure they are dead for him to leave fake security company transport of Gozo Kyu.

"You sick communists should learn to earn your money."

He walks out. "Gozo Kyu Security my ass."

It was later discovered on the property of Gozo Kyu, a fake company with many half rotten women corpses.

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Williams and Sons solicitor Miss Nickey Rurke finish reading the case file in the Daily Newspaper of a unique case in Georgia capital Tbilisi.

"They have one case."