It's Not All Part of the Plan
I stared into the darkness behind the woman’s eyes. Her lips curled into a smile but her eyes held the vacant stare of a corpse.
Something chirped in the breast pocket of my suit. It took me a second to realize that it was the special ring tone. Without taking my eyes off the captive, I answered my phone. “Go.”
“It’s time to come home. Terminating your guest will destroy your cover.”
“You want me to kill her?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes. Then head to the surface. One of our cabs will be waiting for you. Good day.” I closed the phone and tossed it into the fire.
She cocked her head to the side and barked out a laugh. “Amateur theatrics don’t frighten me. This is all part of my plan. Your government will want a public trial for my indiscretions. It is there that I will show every-”
Her mouth closed with a snap as I drew my side arm and loaded a bullet into the chamber.
I pushed the silencer against the back of her head. “Well seeing as I don’t really work for the SIS, I think your plan is pretty stupid.”