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Spy stories aren't always quite what they seem. This flash fiction story is brought to you from the pen of Russell Cavanagh.

'How did you find me?'
    'You know it's my job. It's what I do.'
    'You just working for her or for the others too?'
    'She wants it back.'
    'Sure, just like that, eh?'
    'Just tell me where it is.'
    'I don't have it. It's not here.'
    'Really? That's most unfortunate.'
    'Yeah, well ...'
    'Where is it?'
    'Probably somewhere safe by now.'
    'Is that even possible?'
    'Well, relatively safe. In a manner of speaking.'
    'You know they'll put the heat on her.'
    'She's a big girl. She'll handle it, just like she did me.'
    'Not this time. Far higher players have taken an interest.'
    'Who, the boy scouts?'
    'I wouldn't joke about it.'
    'So who?'
    'Think Prague - nine years ago.'
    'Oh, I see. And so probably not just them ...'
    'No. Three different agencies, three different embassies.'
    'How did they know?'
    'No idea. Above my pay grade.'
    'You believe her?'
    'That's irrelevant. She hired me to find you and persuade you to return it.'
    'Tell her the Chinese stole it - and took me out of the game while they were at it. Tell her I've been deactivated.'
    'Tell her yourself. She's right behind you.'
    He felt the Glock's cool barrel press on his temple. His knees went weak and his mind raced.
    'Hello Anna.'
    'Hello Stu.'
    'Why did you tell them about it?'
    'I didn't, Stu. I just wanted to see you piss yourself. No one walks out on me like that.'
    'Huh? Then you don't want it?'
    'Why would I? It's a dud - seventies Soviet technology at its worst.'
    'But still dangerous.'
    'Maybe.'
    'You're a real bitch, Anna, you know that?'
    'Second time you've told me that.'
    'CUT!' the director yelled, 'Take it again from where Anna comes in. I know the writing's crap, but at least try to put some life into it.'

 

 

 

Copyright © Russell Cavanagh 

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