CIA Fall Guy: A Spy Thriller by Miller Phyllis Zimbler

Author:Miller, Phyllis Zimbler [Miller, Phyllis Zimbler]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: mystery, spy, CIA, espionage, women, thriller, adventure
Publisher: Miller Mosaic LLC
Published: 2012-06-04T04:00:00+00:00

DAY 4

Bavaria, Germany —

“I'm coming, I'm coming,” Beth said. She pushed her arms against the waves of white clouds, sticky like shaving cream foam. She tried moving her feet, but they too were suctioned by the white clouds.

“Hey you, wake up!”

What? Beth's eyes flew open.

“I said wake up!”

She pushed at his hands.

“I'm awake; let go of me.” He dropped his hands.

She looked out the window — early dawn she thought. Then she turned back to the man.

“And I have a name — Beth Parsons. Do you?”

“David Ward, at your service.”

She sat up, reached for her backpack to get out her mirror, then stopped. She wasn't going to let this man witness her vanity.

“Now will you please tell me what's going on?”

“No.”

“You bastard.”

“I'm not sure myself.”

David unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. “Get up. It's time to go.”

Beth didn't move. “Go where?”

David unsnapped her seatbelt and shoved her backpack into her hands. “Follow me.”

She stood. If they were about to land, why hadn't they stayed seated? What was going on?

David opened a compartment and removed a wrapped package. He strapped it on his back.

“That's a parachute.”

David nodded. He was busy adjusting straps.

“What are you doing with it?”

David reached for a second one. “We're going to jump.”

The weakness coursed down her legs. “Oh, no, I'm not. I have a fear of falling.”

“You don't have any choice.”

No, no, no, no, no. She would rather face the entire CIA — on the ground — than jump from a perfectly good airplane. She turned towards her seat.

David caught her from behind. She tried a back kick, aimed at his groin, but he must know that trick because he held her at an angle where she couldn't reach him.

“Let me go!”

“After we jump.” He smashed the parachute onto her back with one hand while he immobilized both her arms with his other hand. Then, so quickly she couldn't believe it, he dropped her hands for the one instant it took to use both his hands to buckle the chute on her.

She clawed at the buckle, but he anticipated her, grabbing her hands again with one arm.

“Count 10 after you jump. Then pull this cord.” He nodded at the cord. “If it doesn't work …”

“What!”

“… pull this one for the backup chute.”

Beth tried to drop into a low karate stance, to push all her weight down, so she would be too heavy for David to move. She would not jump.

David yanked her up, then yelled towards the front, “We're ready. Tell me when we're in position.”

Eternity. A snatch of a song from the musical “They're Playing Our Song” drifted through her mind: "Maybe someone didn't catch me when I was small.”

“Now!” the loudspeaker cackled.

David pushed open the plane's door and shoved her out into — nothingness.

She couldn't count. She'd be squashed like a bug in Germany. Germany! She would die where Stephen had. Who would bury her?

“Pull your cord! Pull your cord!”

What cord? She was about to die!

A hand not her own tugged at the cord.

Her descent slowed, the man now a few feet away from her.

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