Sunday, April 26, 2009

Termination of Employment by Nicole Gestalt

None of this was meant to happen. It was meant to be just a routine mission. Her contact was to hand over the last piece of a puzzle and then she was to report back to her unit. Now her contact was dead, and the people who had killed him were searching the train that she was stuck on. Worse still, she thought she had recognised one of the people, which meant one of two things: either he was working as a double agent, or her agency decided she had outlived her usefulness. Neither of the scenarios were ones she wanted to think about, and wished she had had a better look at the perpetrators so that she could have been sure.

Taking a deep breath, she looked around the cabin. It was a large cabin for only one person. Frowning, she looked at him again. He had sat himself on the bench seat across from her, waiting patiently for an answer. It occurred to Becca that he might be of some use if she could keep him on her side. If she was now classed as a rogue agent she would need all the help she could get, and as people went he wasn’t bad looking.

Having decided to give him at least some sort of explanation, she began.

“My name’s Rhi. Those two men were escorting me to somewhere I didn’t want to go. When we went through the tunnel I took the opportunity to leave their sides.” It was a total lie, but she didn’t think telling him he was presently harboring an international spy would go down too well, and at least this way he wouldn’t be able to give her true identity away.

He nodded.

“All right, Rhi. My name’s Andrew, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled. The fact he didn’t ask any questions gave Becca a glimmer of hope. She slid the knife back into its place in her boot and hopped off the bed. Grinning at him, she sat down in the vacant space on the bench seat.

“Thanks for not saying anything,” she looked around once more. “Who else is here with you?” she asked nonchalantly.

Andrews shrugged.

“No one, I felt like splashing out a little, although I did have a different cabin but swapped it with a newlywed couple who wanted an even bigger bed.”

Becca was impressed. The cabins were expensive even for a single-sized bed, and this one had a double-sized bed, seats, and a small washroom compartment. She knew it must have been expensive, yet looking at Andrew he didn’t look like he had money.

“What is it you do?”

“I run a farm. I’m just on my way back from a farming conference, thought I’d go visit a few friends on the way.”

Becca noticed from his body language he was warming up to her being there.

One of the reasons she had been so successful as a spy was the way she melded into the different societies they placed her in. She worked best when she was able to use both her femininity and her training to get the information they required. She had been taught to be aware of situations changing, and to read body language to such a degree that she could tell from just seeing a person for the first time if they where friendly and at least vaguely trustworthy. Andrew seemed to tick all the right boxes and she looked him up and down approvingly. She was about to begin to talk once more when shouts from the corridor could be heard. Jumping up she looked around.

“Go back into the bed. Don’t worry, I’ll cover for you. I won’t let them get you, Rhi,” he said, smiling at her. Doing as he advised, Becca found herself once again squashed up in the bed as it was pushed up against the cabin walls. She knew it couldn’t have been the people looking for her again, it would have taken them much longer to get to the other end of the train and back, especially if they were going into every cabin.

Richard…someone must have found Richard’s body. A moment of sadness flooded through her but she pushed the feelings down. She couldn’t deal with his loss just yet. Once she was out and safe she would, but for now she had to continue on as if he hadn’t been killed in front of her. She shivered, and felt helpless just waiting.

Finally, the bed was pulled open again and Andrew’s face came into view.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked, his voice harsher than it had been. Trying to feign ignorance, she frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well how about you turning up in my cabin for a start. Then there’s the two gentlemen who look more like thugs then anything else. Oh yes, and the dead body?”



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