Mission Six

I’m sitting at the bar, nursing my gin and tonic, waiting on my contact. I don’t know what they’ll look like and I don’t care. As long as they know the code, we’re good to go.

I’m mid-swallow when some gelled hair, wall street wannabe slides up to me and looks me up and down. “Hey,” he says. Very original.

I quirk one brow in response and take another sip.

“So, tell me,” he says again. Apparently he’s no good at reading subtext. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“Did you just call me the devil?” I ask, setting my glass down.

“Well, I-“

“Does insulting your conquests work for you? Really?” I stare at him, unblinking and unflinching.

He doesn’t answer my challenge. Instead he ducks his head and slinks away. I smile and order another drink.

“Seemed a little harsh,” says a new face sliding in next to me. I glance at him and resist the urge to just get up and leave.

“Life is harsh,” I turn and scan the bar from the mirror in front of me. I don’t know why I’m bothering, I don’t know what my contact looks like.

“Life is what you make it,” he says. “An orange dog only barks at the moon.”

“And a yellow cat only meows at the sun,” I respond as I pull an envelope out of my purse and slide it over to him, not looking at him.

“What’s this?” he asks, careful not to touch it. I look over at him in surprise.

“Your mission? The package? The code phrase?” The room is spinning.

“What are you talking about?” he asks as he leans back on his bar stool away from me. “I was just trying to pick you up for later.”

I snatch the envelope back and leap from my stool. I hear a few gasps as I stumble through the bar toward the exit. I’ve been compromised and now I need to get out.

I smack face-first into a solid wall of chest as I get to the door. I take a step back and look up into their face.


“Hey, Lucy,” he says. His white scrubs are rough against my cheek as I rest it against his chest. “Let’s take you back to the institute.”

“I thought I’d been compromised, I thought I was done for.” I press my hands against his chest and lean up to kiss him, but he dodges my advance and grabs my wrist and leads me outside.

He hands me into the familiar van and straps me in tight. Soon I’ll be debriefed and ready for my next mission.