“Rules were
meant to be broken.”
Jiminy
Cricket* #quote
Today I learned
something. Isn't that interesting? Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Mission
Disappointing
Agent Codename
here. At least that's what you can call me. Even if I gave you my
codename I'd have to kill you. Or at least give you a very stern
warning not to tell anyone. I've come to tell you that even in the
world of spies there are moments of vast disappointment. Not tragedy
per say. But the kind of disappointment that you get when you were
young thinking you were going to get that Christmas gift you always
wanted and got clothes instead. That mundane, basic, “let down”
feeling.
Though the
situation I ran into ran more along the lines of the normal persons
disappointment of when they thought for sure that promotion would be
given to them and it was dashed away. That kind of heavy
disappointment where your heart hangs high in anticipation then falls
low in your gut. That exists in the spy world.
One day an
order came to me that I would be delivering an item to a top secret
location. My mind anticipated that I would be carrying contraband for
the sake of the country, something dangerous like nuclear bomb
components, and that the fate of the world would hang in the balance.
That I would save everyone as I, a spy and super secret agent should.
This was the glorious order from higher up I deserved.
Nope. They
needed me to help deliver a new coffee machine. The only reason they
needed a secret agent is because the location was secret. Maybe I'll
save the world later...
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