Was it just another surveillance job - Episode 9
I'm back home and this story has been sitting on a back burner for a few months, waiting for some more to be written.
The trouble is, there are also other stories to write, and I'm not very good at prioritising.
But, here we are, a few minutes opened up and it didn't take long to get back into the groove.
An interrogation and a revelation.
The trouble is, there are also other stories to write, and I'm not very good at prioritising.
But, here we are, a few minutes opened up and it didn't take long to get back into the groove.
An interrogation and a revelation.
I
think I just about reached that same conclusion just seconds before she uttered
it. But, I didn’t think this was the
time to air my own thoughts on the matter.
The
question I did ask was, “It appears our service has been compromised.”
She
glanced at me almost condescendingly.
“It appears so. Have you got your
cell phone?”
I
had it with me and gave it to her. I had
it ready because I knew they would ask for it.
It had a record of orders given, and phone conversations made, before, during,
and after the operation.
For
a review, or in this case, a search for the guilty.
I
watched her put in the passcode, and go to the messages, and bring up the one
sent to me, to attend the briefing. It
was all in order, no different to the previous five, with all the right
designations and protocols.
“There
was no reason to suspect it was anything but a real callout.”
Another
glance at the screen, she put it on the desk next to the file. “No, it looks real enough.”
Thought
best kept to myself; how the hell did someone outside our organisation, know so
well our inner workings? I wanted to ask
the question but refrained from doing so.
It
also explained, now that I thought about it, the reason why the target had said
he was one of us. We had been hunting
him so someone else, and enemy organisation perhaps, so they could kill
him. The question was, why? Had he made a discovery, the evidence he was
referring to that a certain Alfred Nobbin might have.
Perhaps
a good idea, for the time being, to keep that snippet of information to
myself. After all, this new person in
front of me could be one of Severin’s people.
Where
I was sitting was not a familiar place to me, though I had been to the building
before, which is why I knew where to go for this interview. AS for the people, everyone I’d met so far,
other than the other team members, bar one, I’d known from training.
So,
now another expected question from me, or at least, if I was on the other side
of the table, it’s one I’d expect to be asked.
“Just who was I working for, if it was not for us?”
Assuming
she was one of us.
“That’s
what we intend to find out. Who was the
target?”
I
gave her the description we’d been given, and a copy of his photograph that had
been circulated at the briefing. I’d kept
one of them, and luckily no one noticed it missing. It was fortuitous that’s I’d copied the
photo before I had to give it to her, which was right then.
There
was not a flicker of recognition in her eyes.
“So,
not one of us?” I asked.
For
an interrogation she wasn’t asking many relevant questions.
She
looked up. “Why would you say that, if
your mission was to keep him under surveillance?”
“Which
we now know was not sanctioned, so we have to assume that we had been persuaded
to find and track one of our own agents.
You look as though you didn’t recognise him?”
“I
don’t try to remember every agent we have in the field, here and overseas. There a few too many for that. But I’ve got a request out for his identity. He didn’t say who he was?”
“No.”
“Anything
at all that might be useful?”
“That
he was one of us, who’d made a mistake, and feared we’d set the dogs on him.”
“Yes. Someone definitely did that.”
©
Charles Heath 2019
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