Tag: spycraft
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The Agent – IV
They sent Harpenden. Him, of all people, conversation with whom was a form of punishment so cruel and unusual the Khmer Rouge would rat you out to Amnesty. He was a posh Australian who drank Fosters, called evening arvo, and who disliked foreigners to a confederate degree. He looked like a cross between the muscular,…
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The Agent – III
The canopy cooled him in temperature and temperament, he felt sullen beneath sagging boughs. Branches like curved umbrella handles, as if trees driven mad by heat sought to drive their own branches through their heads to stop the simmering solar voice. Inner measuredness came, or was foist, upon him, echoed in his equidistant steps. In…
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The Agent – II
Whenever coffee is imminent Byron is struck by nostalgia’s slow-moving truck. Something about beans falling inside a clear tube atop a coffee machine helps him dive in, make an Aquarius of his Venus in furtive Virgo. Brown, flaky beans packed close like a vial of diminutive worlds in the hex-stained hands of a mad alchemist.…
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The Agent – I.
Agent Cobalt Byron watched his glass sweating. Meandering rivulets formed bosomish half circles. His thumb breasted the glass’s neck to meet his forefinger’s tip. His movements were liquid. A studied portrait of poured grace. He brought his drink to his open carp mouth. Like an assassin silently unleashing his impatiently-brandished onzil into the head of…
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