Bryce Martinsyde, Chief Instructor of Espionage, gazed at the door with dismay. “Trainee Wilkinson habitually overdoes things,” he said. “I asked him to put tape on this door as a signal.”
Mr. Blumenthal, Director of Covert Education, looked at the mass of tape on the door, and turned pale. “Good Lord!”
“Are you alright, sir?”
Blumenthal shuddered. “I asked Wilkerson to help remove the door on my house down the street.”
An explosion shook the ground and a fireball rose over the neighborhood.
As bits of wood rained down, Martinsyde said, “Shall we delay training Wilkinson in nuclear weapons disposal?”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/01/16/18-january-2018/