Abigail Spy Or Die by Rose Fox

Author:Rose Fox
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Women's Adventure, Action & Adventure, International Mystery & Crime, Crime, Romance, Fantasy, Supernatural, Cozy, War & Military, Thriller & Suspense, Short Stories, Thriller, Literature & Fiction
Published: 2015-11-06T06:00:00+00:00

SECRET OPERATIONS

The telephone rang early in the morning and Abigail heard Michael’s voice:

“One o’clock, in the green building on Karon Lane. I will be waiting in the lobby.”

Karon Lane was a long way from where she was and, as hard as she tried, she could not recall a green building. She decided that if he said he would wait for her in a lobby that was a sign he was referring to a hotel.

At six o’clock in the morning, she had already set out to wait at the light rail station. She traveled in the car to the last station and at noon she disembarked and quickly made her way to Karon Lane, a street she was familiar with. She searched for a ‘green building’ but, all she could see was a structure with green corners and presumed it got its name from them.

Abigail pushed open the big antiquated wooden door and heard a bell ringing at the entrance. She sensed the coolness and blessed chill of the building and stared at it. Everything seemed old and shabby, but the weighty and splendid chandeliers that hung down from the high ceiling brightly illuminated the lobby. It reminded her of the saying, “a gold ring in a pig’s nose”, that really suited the place. The curved reception desk was reminiscent of the one at the ‘Chai Huneh’ pension and she wondered if there was any connection between the two.

She saw Michael right away. He was sitting in the middle of the lobby and two empty glasses and a bottle filled with a yellow liquid stood on his table. She was so thirsty that she was unable to restrain herself and reached the table with three strides. She immediately pointed to bottle and spoke:

“A’halan, is that lemonade?”

Even before receiving a response, she poured a glass full, gulped the liquid down thirstily and immediately coughed. Her face contorted and she wiped her lips in disgust. The taste was shocking and it tasted as though she had just drunk vinegar or the juice of thousands of lemons.

Michael roared with laughter when he said:

“Hey, what was the rush? That bottle contains concentrated syrup you’re supposed to add water to.”

When he saw she was still choking, he signaled his order for water and Abigail apologized, explaining that it happened because it was a fiery hot day.

“Only today?” Michael exclaimed, “Well, soon you will get even hotter when you hear of the honor that has befallen you.”

She stared at him without curiosity, refilled the glass of water and poured it down her throat.

“They are sending the ship “El Cabo” with someone from the Iranian reactor.”

Initially, she inquired without showing particular interest.

“What cargo is it carrying?”

“Thirty hot pieces intended for the Middle East and that includes twenty-five launchers.”

“What’s the route and what type are they?” She spoke, again poured a glass of water and drank it.

“It’s not on a direct route and the type should make no difference to you, Ma’am,” he said.

“Well it does, and how! ” she replied.

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