Spy in Disguise
Time flies when everything is strange, and I am a stranger in a strange country. I have tried to dress down, gone is my tweed jacket, also gone is my kilt along with my Scottish name and accent. I am now Fredrick Thompson from Birmingham England. Instead of being 45 years old and single, I am now 55 and married. I am now supposed to be a retired banker instead of a British spy.
But I am in trouble, for she has been following me all day. As I pretend to be studying a tourist guide, I see her watching me from her car. I have two possible choices, abandon my mission and leave this fascinating country. Or use the my Beretta 418, even with the silencer it had enough power as she was quite slim. My next move decided I crossed the crossing. I had not counted on her eyes. It is time to leave.
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Nice glimpse of a spy caper. As always the attractive femme fatale is his downfall!
So true Iain,
Funny, I just posted the sixth chapter of my “spy thriller” on my blog a few hours ago (working on chapter seven now). Features a middle aged MI6 agent who has an informant who is a younger female assassin. Have a look when you get the chance. Nice use of change of identity.
Thank you James. I am well behind with my reading at present. One of John Ruskin’s books is my next read. I will try to catch up with your spy thriller. Mike
Great spy story! Seems he better leave or he will have to kill her! Great story!
Hi PJ, he has left, she was new to the spy game and only assigned to follow him. Her innocence meant that he was unable to take her life.
Thanks Mike! Great story!
They do have a weakness for love, don’t they? Good little spy story, Michael.
It certainly seems so, thank you Varad
Intriguing. I hope you are going to tell us more.
So little to tell, as he left rather than kill the girl. She was newly recruited to the spy game, her innocence meant he could not kill her, but he will return. Thank you Yarnspinnerr