The Perfect Spy Trap

Photo by: Matthew Wright

Jian sat in the sand and watched the waves breaking on the beach. He could watch it for hours and he sometimes did. His boss, Feng at the Chinese Ministry of State Security (MSS), had told him the island was a trap. Eight previous top operatives had been sent in to investigate. None were ever heard from again.

That’s why they sent Jian. He was the best, a super-spy. His name was whispered with reverence in the halls of the MSS. People treated him as if he possessed god-like powers. Truth was, he was just very, very good. When he began the mission, he expected to succeed and return. In the end, he was caught in the spy trap, just like everyone else.

Thirty yards away a man tossed a fishing line into the surf. Outwardly he looked perfectly ordinary, forgettable in fact. It was this detail that gave him away. Jian knew he was formerly French intelligence. To his right, a middle-aged woman collected shells from the sand. Miss Park looked ordinary too, just minding her own business. Her lithe motions gave her away. She was formerly South Korean Intelligence. The man jogging behind him was perhaps the most convincing of all, but Jian already knew he was formerly MI-6.

Jian watched a blue crab eyeing him warily before scuttling away. It took a month before he realized the magnetic rock in the island interfered with radio. That’s why no one ever reported in. Still, it wasn’t enough to stop a highly-trained operative. The island was loaded with highly-skilled field agents, any of whom couldn’t be stopped by such a simple detail.

He would’ve liked to think it was a secret organization, armed with computers and high tech gadgetry that kept them all here. It would help his ego if that were the truth.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Two children rushed toward him and trapped his legs as he stood. He picked the pair up and began walking toward the beach road.

He looked into the face of former Israeli Mossad agent and mother of their children: Ying and Benjamin. She walked towards them smiling. She was trapped just as he was, but also not easily confined by malfunctioning radio. Yet she remained like he did. Pack enough spies into one place and people will be like people. A social dichotomy forms, and an organic self-organizing trap begins to grow.

Years of island life had been kind to Bayla, and she still looked beautiful to him. It was that smiling face, and the gleeful expressions of their children that were the real trap. Seeing them, he knew he was held in place by the sweet nectar of love, unable to ever leave. His unexpected family was the perfect, spy trap.
Written for Matthew Wright’s Mega Short-Story writing challenge. Look here for the original prompt:


About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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15 Responses to The Perfect Spy Trap

  1. Ahhh! Sweet entrapment!

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  2. Lyn says:

    I wouldn’t mind being trapped there myself. I’d be quite prepared to cook for them all 😀 Just sitting and watching the waves is enough to lower anyone’s stress levels.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Me too! I love watching the waves. It’s meditative. It’s a lovely place, this island. Good enough to make hardened spies stop and stay a while. 😉 Thanks much, Lyn! 🙂


  3. List of X says:

    That blue crab? Also a spy from one of Jupiter’s moons.

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  4. Ankur Mithal says:

    And where is this island?

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  5. Joy Pixley says:

    I am also ready to sign up for this trap. I’ll help Lyn with the cooking. 😉

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  6. Great story! Is that what they call a ‘honey trap’ in spy parlance? 🙂 It’s a funny thing, but NZ’s beaches are where our best spy stories seem to have happened. There’s a persistent rumour that the Japanese planted an agent, by submarine, into New Zealand during WW2 – disguised, allegedly, as a Chinese market gardener. I looked into it – even spoke to people who claimed to have seen the spy – but there wasn’t actually any basis to it. What DID happen was that the submarine I-29 operated off our coasts in March 1942, deploying a floatplane piloted by Nobuo Fujita on aerial reconnaissance over Wellington and Auckland. I found his mission report in our national archive, procured after WW2 and translated.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Yep. “Honey Trap” is exactly what it’s called. That’s really interesting about your Japanese spy. I’ve read a bit about those submarine “carriers.” It’s one of the more interesting things that really happened in ww2. It makes sense that Japan reconned NZ. If they had taken Darwin and Australia, NZ would’ve been next. Yikers! Thanks so much, Matthew! 🙂

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      • I wrote a sci-fi history book, years ago, which included a scenario of Japanese invasion of New Zealand. I retrieved the license for it back from Penguin and there’s a good chance I might be able to get it republished. (The book was absurdly silly – it even had a running gag in it about llamas, but the only reviewer who noticed the whole book was intended as a satire was one who wrote for a suburban paper in Howick, Auckland…)

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      • EagleAye says:

        Oh yeah. Alternative History is great stuff. Have you read anything by Harry Turtledove? He did a great couple books in which Japan succeeded in invading Midway, and then they invaded Hawaii! Amazing stuff. He came to the same conclusion I would’ve expected. The Essex class carriers were still being built and the F6F Hellcat was already in development. Great stuff.

        Doesn’t it drive you nuts when people can’t recognize satire? Make me want to pull my hair out sometimes. At least “one” reviewer understood your book.

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      • I read some of Turtledove’s ‘world war’ series but nothing else of his – he’s a bit long-winded for my tastes! Yeah, it’s annoying when nobody spots the joke. I even had someone suggest (in a national magazine) that a serious article I wrote, later, was really another chapter in that book! Of course, this usually spurs more humour, this time at the expense of their oh-too-serious outlook… 🙂

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