How to Kill a T-Pork

Introduction to the Work: Maverick frowned as Irina began to cry. "Where's the spirit you had when you tried to kill me with a tea fork?" "A tea fork? What kind of assassin uses that as a weapon!" Maverick paused, taken aback by her reasonable point. It was a thought he'd had somewhere in his own mind. Unless she'd sharpened the ends to make it good for stabbing, or poisoned it. What kind of assassin would use a blunt, small tea fork as a weapon? "I could kill someone with a fork if I wanted to." But he didn't want to admit it, so he insisted. If she wasn't an assassin, there was no reason for him to have been searching for her with such burning eyes. "I can't!" Irina shouted, sayin...