Tag Archives: Espionage

The Highest Bidder

“Sinbad” was the first person to take Harry’s invention seriously. So the fifteen-year old felt bad when FBI agents swept in and grabbed the Russian at Holbarth subway station, beside the payphone. FBI Agent Knight said, “Lemme see that thing.” … Continue reading

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Knowing Everything

The foiled kidnapping attempt in Morocco left Martin rattled. His rescuer, Yeshaya, led him down an alley to a tiny restaurant. Sipping tea Martin said, “Why is the Mossad watching over me?” Yeshaya said, “The CIA asked us to help. … Continue reading

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Secret Agent

Bob the mechanic said, “Obviously someone side-swiped you.” “Can’t be,” answered Linda. “It was sitting in my garage.” Bob didn’t question customer claims, however unbelievable. He just fixed cars. “Well, this is no problem, ma’am. We’ll have her fixed by … Continue reading

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Fly in the Machine

Norton held the tiny surveillance drone in his hand. “Can you believe it?” he complained. “Director Fuchs is halting this project.” “Unbelievable,” sympathized Gordon. “It looks exactly like a fly. It’s got infrared, CO2 detectors, wireless comms, onboard expert systems, … Continue reading

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The Incalculable Loss

Zhukov sprinted through the crowds of Red Square. In the shadow of St. Basil’s Cathedral, he nearly caught the American spy. Just as he reached out, he tripped over an Englishman’s umbrella. “Damn foreign spies!” spat Zhukov, sprawling on the … Continue reading

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How Things Have Changed

Walter Pugh hadn’t worked in the intelligence services for thirty years. He had enjoyed a stress-free retirement in Wales minding his rose bushes and refurbishing old furniture. Unfortunately, his comfortable existence couldn’t remain forever. His past would come back to … Continue reading

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Achilles Brain

“This is one of seven entrances into Lord Dread’s secret manufacturing facilities,” said Park Warden Hancock. He pointed to the brick building with large doors. The crowd of tourists tittered anxiously. Park Warden Thistlewait murmured in Hancock’s ear. “Aren’t you … Continue reading

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