She tried to keep in the shadows of the tall buildings. The buildings made the streets like canyons. There were nooks and crannies. It was easy to hide. She slipped from building to building. Then she waited before she went to the next building. If they found her, they would take her cargo and kill her.
Svetlana was a Russian girl working for the Americans. She was a mule, but her cargo was only information. The Russians would do anything to stop her delivering it to the Americans. They weren’t far behind her, but they seemed confused concerning her whereabouts. Svetlana was good at what she did.
She could see the place where she was supposed to meet her American contact. She slipped in and out amongst the trees. Right before she walked in the door of the restaurant, she heard a gunshot. She smiled. They missed. She was here.
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Photo Credit to Pamela S. Canepa
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Makes me wonder what her information was and, even if they missed, they know where she is. All they have to do is watch and wait outside until she and her contact emerge.
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Ah, but she is smarter than that, James!
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I hope so. Restaurants have windows, so a smart spy or assassin would be able to keep an eye on her and see who she contacts.
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Disguises are wonderful things in the spy world. 🙂
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Great story Rosemary! I really felt the intense feelings of A Russian spy!
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Thank you!
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I should have said an American spy and not a Russian spy. Great story Rosemary!
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A spy thriller. Excellent.
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This is terrific! You described the scene so graphically.
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She needs a quick exit out through the kitchen, dressed as a tramp. Now.
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