All posts tagged: spies

The Handler

The file contained a photo and a date, nothing else. Scowling, Sarath passed the file back to her contact and rose from the leather backed seat. Beneath the tweed overcoat she was sweating, short hair curling against her neck as the open fire roared in the fireplace. Perched opposite her Jones seemed perfectly at home in the Sahara heat, cool and collected in his crisp, clean suit. Blonde hair carefully trimmed and styled as he watched her with hazel eyes. “And what,” she asked, “am I supposed to do with this?” “You know exactly what you’re supposed to do with it.” Jones said. “British Intelligence doesn’t conduct assassinations,” replied Sarath. “Of course they don’t,” Jones nodded. “But you’re not British Intelligence are you? Not really.” Sarath’s expression didn’t change and Jones continued. “I keep your secret, and you deal with mine. Fair is fair.” “I’m not a traitor,” hissed Sarath. “Maybe not,” he shrugged, “but I can convince MI6 otherwise.” I had a lot of trouble writing this piece. I really wanted it to be longer but the challenge …

Sword Play

“Swords!” panted Natalia, hands wrapped around her kneecaps and hunched in over herself. “Who the hell comes after a person with swords.” “I think it was a Scottish claymore,” said Michael. “Fifteenth century and in really good nick by the looks of it.” “I think you’re missing the bit where the chick with the pink Mohawk tried to take your head off.” “She had a good swing. I’ll give her that.” “HEAD! NECK! NEAR DECAPITATION!” spat Natalia! “Do I really need to repeat myself?” “Well at least it wasn’t machine guns this time and you were rather good holding your own against her,” Michael shrugged. “I had a piece of lead piping!” Natalia spat. “She nearly killed me!” “But we got the hard drive,” he pointed out. “Which crazy chick sliced in half with her sword before we took her down,” said Natalia dryly. “More like a third and two thirds.” “Same difference. It’s useless.” Natalia straightened up and stretched, popping her joints loudly and scowled when the muscles in her arms protested. “I really …