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Mission accomplished

 “Don’t move” growled the gangster, pointing a gun to Ria’s head.

 A defense expert, she kicked him hard and pulled the trigger twice; the code.

Within minutes several uniformed men surrounded the smuggling den.

“Yet another successful undercover operation”, rejoiced Ria.


Word count:42


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  1. Very exciting! Good to know each other's cues in a situation like that.

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    1. Thanks, Kathy. Yep, lives are at stake here :-)

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  2. See, I knew you could do it :D Well done on the prompt! And I love secret cues!

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    1. phew! this prompt was tough..thanks, Shailaja! :-)

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  3. sounds like a new show on USA NETWORK!

    great answer to the prompt, the signs were all there. :)

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    1. Thanks a lot, Kir..I'm glad for the signs too :-)

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  4. This packed quite a punch! Good job.

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    1. Thank you so much for the appreciation! :-)

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  5. Very good imagination....

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  6. Impressively complete story in 42 words!

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    1. thanks for the kind appreciation, Silverleaf!

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  7. Love the spy-type stuff! You've done so much here with your 42!

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    1. I'm glad that you found this good, jetgirl!

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  8. Good one .. a full story in so less words amazing :)

    Bikram

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    1. Thanks a lot, Bikram. I'm glad to hear this :-)

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  9. Very cool that you told an entire story in such a short amount of time. It was very visual and suspenseful, too. Nice!

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    1. Thanks a lot, Jen for the lovely comment. I'm glad I was able to convey what I wanted to.

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  10. Fun answer. Love that she kicked butt!

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  11. Way to pack a whole story into only a few words!

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    1. Thanks a lot for the appreciation, Saroful!

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  12. HOW COOL. I am imagining myself as Ria :P

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    1. Lol, Red...I can totally imagine you being Ria :-)

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  13. Great story in 42 words, Uma :) Love success :)

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    1. Thanks a lot, Anita! yep, success feels euphoric, right?

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