There was a knock on the door and a little boy ran and opened it. All of a sudden
the child leapt into the man’s arms and gave him the biggest hug. He started to cry...
His phone rang and he slipped his hand inside his leather pocket.
He answered the phone and said “John’s speaking”. A few minutes
later he placed the phone back inside his jacket pocket and looked
up at his concerned wife Anne and two children who were gazing
up at him. All he could say was sorry. His work partner Simon had
called and said that some urgent work had to be attended to
involving their old colleague George. His eyes and expression on
his face told them a lot more information though. He stood up and
left the house with a disgusted look on his face, and thought “why
today?? What could be more urgent than some well earned time
with my family?”
A man slowly emerged from the side of a dark, dingy alley way.
He looked around cautiously to see if he was being watched or
followed. He had wrapped his big, long, hairy arm wrapped around
the side of his waist; he was clearly hiding something in his jacket as
there was a big bulge pushing from the inside out. Little did he
know that in fact there was someone watching him. There was John
who had just driven in the car park across the road. John was a spy
who worked undercover for
(Australian Secret Intelligence
services.) He carefully opened the car roof and slid quietly through
it so he made no noise opening the car door. He casually crossed the
road and started to follow the unusual and suspicious man. John
could feel his heart racing; he sometimes found his job spine-
chilling and hair-raising when he thought about arresting a
potential mass murderer. He also loved the thrill of living by
multiple names and going undercover.
John was darting from doorway to doorway peering out from
behind corners. He felt himself reach down beside his cold, skinny
waist and wrap his hand tightly around his 740 pistol. As John was
about to turn the corner where the man had stopped to catch his
breath, he released his hand from the gun as he heard a familiar
voice. It was close, as though he could reach out and touch it. He
narrowed his eyes and squinted around the corner to see George.
He looked up and down at the dark and ragged man that used to be
full of life and now looked as if he had seen death. John examined
his old colleague and noticed that he had confidential files from
headquarters inside his jacket. John wanted to ask him why he