Wisp

By D. Hutchison

Follow Wisp on her adventures to rescue those that the authorities cant.

Wisp is recruited to find and rescue missing soldiers from an unknown location. Will the help of some lazy, untrained, and unfit soldiers help her with the mission, or will they hinder it? Will any of them be able to tame the elusive Wisp?

This is a story of a strong woman who takes no mans crap.

The book contains mystery, mens egos, betrayal, and perhaps the beginnings of an epic love story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jun 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546293347

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Published by AuthorHouse   06/06/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-9335-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-9334-7 (e)

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Epilogue

CHAPTER 1

C RUISING DOWN THE MOTORWAY AT 90 MILES PER HOUR, ROOF down, wind in my hair, a bit of whatever this shitty pop song is on the radio. Life is good… for the moment anyway.

Let me introduce myself. I’m Blaire Connolly. I am 28. five foot two inches short. I have long straight reddish brown hair, big blue eyes. I am sexy as hell with the attitude from hell to match. I may look all sweet and innocent but don’t let my looks, build and size fool you. I am five foot two inches of pure, lethal Scottish woman.

I am specially trained to the highest level in numerous forms of martial arts, boxing and good old fashioned street fighting. I possess a unique set of skills that are further aided by my appearance. I know very Liam Neeson like but it doesn’t make it any less true. I suppose I am a bit like his character in my own unique way.

What I do these days are rescue missions mainly. Freelance of course. Only a few know who I really am. Those looking for me know me as The Wisp. There are many ideas about what a Wisp is but I prefer the definition that describes them in Scottish folklore as an omen of death. That’s essentially what I do. I avoid it if I can but some of the scum I come into contact with doesn’t deserve to live. Sometimes I don’t even charge extra if I decide to kill the bad guys and it wasn’t in the contract. I am kind that way.

Some consider me evil, others a hero, some don’t believe I exist that I am just a myth, but most that know I do exist view me as necessary, especially when the law and red tape bullshit stops the good guys being able to do good things. Not like the bad guys stop and consider the red tape crap when they do bad things is it? I suppose that is what makes the difference. Not sure where I fall on the spectrum, not that I care. I do what I am paid to do… and sometimes a little bit extra.

Anyway, I am on hire to any and all. Some hire me to find and return kidnapped relations, some to do what the police can’t or won’t, and sometimes government agencies or armed forces hire me to rescue soldiers or something. My skill set allows me a whole scope of jobs that there are not many able to do. And almost no one complains when I impart a bit of my own justice on the bad guys.

I am cold.

I am heartless.

I wasn’t always like this. But that is another story though.

Now I am heading to a barracks in the north of Scotland. My beautiful home country and the only place I have ever felt at peace. The weather is actually dry and sunny on this July day, hence the roof down, wind in my hair scene. It is true what they say you know. You can take the girl out of Scotland but you can’t take Scotland out of the girl. I will always return here.

Anyway I have a slight suspicion that I know what this new mission is about. Rumour has it that a squad of the Queens finest has been taken and held in some hell hole. No one knows where apparently. If my suspicions are correct then this will be a simple rescue mission. Pretty much in and out with some serious ass kicking in the middle. Well I hope so anyway. I wonder how much help I will be getting with this one. Experience tells me not much would be the answer.

I am sure the back up and support that is usually offered is the best they have at the time but really it’s always the same. Some macho men who see a little woman out of her depth, they think they are bigger and stronger than little young me so I pose no threat to them, their over inflated male egos and they suspect I will just get in the way. Then I get to joy of putting them in their place. You can always bet that there will be one gobshite that can’t take the beat down or being ordered by a woman (never mind a short one) and ends up being a pain in the tits for the entire mission.

Oh the joys to come….

CHAPTER 2

I FINALLY ARRIVE IN THIS PIT THEY CALL A BARRACKS. IT’S TINY. WHAT sorry excuse of a squad trains here? It looks like it was once a decent place but some shit has happened, probably that no self respecting soldier wanted to come to this place. One thing it has going for it is that it is surrounded by beautiful Scottish scenery. There are beautiful hills covered in heather to the East, the West has what looks like a lake, maybe a pond, I am not sure what makes a lake a lake and a pond a pond. It’s gorgeous though. It is the perfect time of year for the water has a wide variety of birds paddling on it and is surrounded by water reeds. To the North is a large forest area and to the South all you can see for miles are lush green fields with the occasional yellow of whatever the farmers are growing. Taking a deep breath in, I can feel my lungs absorbing all the different flavours and scents. It is no wonder I love this country.

Aside from that it has nothing. This place ruins the peaceful setting the scenery offers ones soul. I’m not even through the gate yet and I can already tell that hot water is a luxury this place doesn’t see often.

I drive my white Porsche Boxster Spyder into the only remaining parking bay and note the drooling men walking past. Yeah I love this car to. Drives like a dream. It was my present to myself. And damn am I good to myself. I reason that no one else treats me and I work hard for all the money I earn.

I get out close the door and head towards the biggest building in sight. I notice a few eyes drawn to me. I give a what the hell are you looking at? glare back and carry on walking. Eventually I realise that I’m wearing short denim shorts and a belly top that really accentuates my 32 DD breasts. Yeah when the breasts were handed out I must have stood in that queue a few times. They are all me but I am ridiculously top heavy. Maybe for an army barracks and being surrounded by horny men I should have worn a bit more. Seems females and hot water are in short supply here. Oh well too late now, not like I couldn’t take anyone who thinks it’s a smart move to try anything and I have a meeting with a man I call Chief. We have worked together a few times before and he knows I am the best there is, hence why he calls me when his guys fail. And they usually fail miserably. I wonder if this time will be any different.

I walk through the main entrance door and lift my sun glasses onto the top of my head. The woman behind the desk gives me a disapproving look. The reception smells like stuck up bitch and this one is throwing of some serious stuck up vibes. It’s funny you would think she would be more humble considering she is easily in her 40’s and is a receptionist in a damn near extinct barracks.

Hello can I help you? Perhaps you are in the wrong place? she says as she looks down her nose at me. She obviously thinks I’m some dumb bimbo that’s got lost or something. Oh how wrong she is! I would love to see her face when Chief fills her in on who I am.

Just as she finishes that sentence Chief walks in, stops, takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. I can almost see him saying God give me strength. With a light chuckle I say Well, well, well old man. How have you been? It’s been a while since we last rendezvoused. I tack on a wink at the end and he audibly groans.

It is so worth it when I catch a glimpse of the snotty nosed receptionist. Her face is brilliant. I’m sure she now thinks I have been banging the Chief. When she sends him a look of disgust strong enough to make a cactus shrivel up and die I know I am right.

Get in my office before anyone else sees you. Did you really have to come here looking like a hooker?

Luckily for him I am not easily offended or I would kick his ass for that one. I tell him as much and