Waking the Sleeper. Part One.




Tei Nang was born in a nondescript Chinese village, about 40 miles across the
border from the old British Colony of Hong Kong. Chinese baby girls were not
welcomed with open arms, they were treated as inferior. Indeed many did not
reach the date of their first birthday, such were the harsh realities of
Chinese life.

A mere 60 miles away, neon lights shone, people in expensive clothes ate
expensive meals and drove flash cars. The Capitalist ways, so hated by the
Chinese Government made Hong Kong a magnet for trade, commerce, drugs and
prostitution. But in the future, Hong Kong would revert to Chinese rule, when
the lease ran out with the British, and all this wealth would come flooding
into the Motherland. Or so they thought!

But the Communist Chinese decided to take precautions, the Cold War was still
alive across the globe. Chinese interests would need to be protected, the
Soviet Union was surely about to disintegrate in the coming years, but China
would remain fixed in their stance of isolation and hard-line rule.

So children were bred to become agents in foreign lands, "sleepers" as they
were called, would infiltrate the ways and very fabrics of the Capitalist
Countries that they hated. Especially children who were unwanted, an extra
mouth to feet where people existed on starvation diets, mainly girls with no
life to live and nowhere to go.

Tei Nang was smuggled across the border to Hong Kong, less than 3 days after
her birth. Many activists in the Colony existed merely to bring up these
"sleepers" in the ways of the West. They would then be sent further overseas,
where they would eventually serve Mother China, as spies, or assassins.

Tei Nang, was re-named Meryl Tzu, early in her life. She was named after the
Hollywood actress, Meryl Streep, an ironic twist, given her final destination.
She was raised in Hong Kong until the age of twelve, taught the ways of Mother
China, as well as the traits of the decadent West. Her English was almost
faultless, she even developed an American accent, and she also learned 3
Chinese dialects, as well as French and Spanish.

Meryl became an accomplished gymnast and secretly a trained killer. Martial
arts, poisons, explosives and weapons of all types, her angelic, pretty
features did not betray the fact that she was bred to kill.

She was sent to North Korea for more intense training, the fanatical regime
there assisted her training, anti Western propaganda, mixed with Western
ideology. The cherub-faced fourteen-year-old returned to Hong Kong, but a year
later her "family" moved to The United States. It was now 1993 and she began
her new life in the Sunshine State of Florida, on the outskirts of Miami,
where Cuban agents could keep a watchful eye on her.

Meryl loved the Florida sunshine, the long sandy beaches and the mix of Black,
Hispanic, White and Asian people. But she was always aware of her purpose in
life, she had been brainwashed not to question her role in life. She slowly
became an attractive, fashionable kid. She loved soccer and Bon Jovi, hot dogs
and cable TV, life was comfortable and stress-free. But soon this existence
would have to change. Soon her masters would have to test her loyalty, her
courage and her skill. And they did!

Xavier Jorago was a Cuban Communist official. But he mixed with too many
Western tourists in Havana and the Cuban beach resort of Varadero. He was
single, good-looking and ambitious. He was fed up of driving an old beat up
Lada and living in a cramped apartment.

So he decided to make a run for it, he had a small amount of money and he
pulled in a couple of favours. Another Cuban in Miami with fake ID would not
be a big deal, he had a cousin in one of the Gangs in Miami. The U S
Government had no idea that he was there, but the Cubans certainly did. The
Cubans contacts Meryl's "family", it was time to put her to work, Xavier
Jorago was living on borrowed time!

Meryl was taken to Miami Beach, where she met the man from Havana. Her task
was outlined to her, she was given photos of her target and advised of his
regular movements. The Cubans wanted to make an example of Jorago and their
Chinese allies were only too willing to oblige.

All these years Meryl knew that eventually the call would come, her normal
life seemed surreal, she was going to kill a man that she had never met. She
was also ordered to take photos of the corpse after she had killed him. The
Cubans would distribute these in order to discourage other acts of disloyalty.

She was seventeen years old, and soon to be a killer. The choice of method was
hers, but it needed to strike fear into people. This racked her brain,
eventually she decided to improvise at the time. For several nights she tailed
her victim, he was a creature of habit who enjoyed cruising the strip and
picking up women.

One night he picked up a young Hispanic girl and drove her to an all-night bar
down by the beach. Meryl followed them in her small Fiat car and parked a
discreet distance away. An hour after entering the bar, Jorago and his date
walked out of the bar and strolled onto the beach. Meryl followed them, unseen
in the darkness. They came to some beach huts and Jorago decided to take a
leak. Meryl seized her chance, as the girl stood idly waiting for him to
finish, a hand grabbed her from behind. She was quickly knocked unconscious,
she would recover in a matter of minutes with no permanent damage.

Jorago walked from behind the beach hut, still zipping up his fly. Instead of
his cute Hispanic date, he bumped into a gorgeous Asian girl, wearing a light
blue jogging suit. Before he could utter a word, her bare right foot seemed to
come down from the sky, as a stunning axe-kick crashed down onto his
collarbone. Her extended knuckles then smashed into the bridge of his nose.
She then grabbed his ankle and extended his leg, parallel to the ground, her
right elbow then came arcing down onto his thigh. She then repeated the move
on his other leg.

He was now powerless and in extreme agony, who was this angelic looking
assailant? Her bare feet moved in a blare, his ribs were all broken, his face
became a bloody mess. A series of vicious karate chops broke both of his arms.
He felt his clothes being removed as he passed into unconsciousness. Her bare
feet stomped his genitals into the sand, and then she stood with her feet
either side of his neck, a quick jerk with her ankles and his neck snapped. A
series of camera flashes followed and she was gone.

It had taken less than a minute, her clothes were splattered with blood and
her feet were covered in it. She ran to the water's edge and washed her feet.
Before running to her car and calmly driving off. She was hardly sweating, but
her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was soaked from within. Her new life
had started and she did not know if she was elated or appalled.