It worked…. I didn’t realize it would happen so quickly but it worked. Tanzmetall was dead, that much was for sure, and my mission was complete.
It was some minutes after that double-agent Farkle-Farkle slugged me and left me for dead that I rolled over and removed my vest. What an invention, even at close range with hollow points it held. It still felt like gettin kicked by a pissed off mule but I was alive. “I’ll have to buy the doctor a steak dinner for this,” I thought, looking at my black and blue chest. In the distance, sirens. The bears are on their way. I grabbed the envelopes from Tanzmetall’s waistcoat and shoved him off the dock into the sand. My mission was complete. But it didn’t make sense. Who was Farkle working for? Could I trust the agency? It didn’t matter, I just had to get to the extraction point.
I rolled up on my bike to find the boat burning. Farkle knew everything about the mission. She was either a rogue agent or the agency wanted me dead. I couldn’t trust anyone. For fun, I went back to the scene and kicked Tanzmetall’s body once or twice more. Apparently the cops had gotten lost on their way and I had plenty of time to do this.
I called Rodger. The agency was pleased with my work he said, and wanted me to return as soon as possible.
“You must understand how I hesitate to believe you.”
“We wouldn’t pay you if you didn’t.”
“Who was the girl?”
“We don’t know. That’s your assignment. Trust me, Pomme, you’re our best man. This is still a black books operation but the agency is your ally. Briefing at point alpha-two.”
Club Admiral, the agency called it. Where top brass came to hand out assignments. I rolled up, reloaded my weapon, got a new vest and learned that I had to find and destroy Farkle. She’d even destroyed her own compatriots to avoid complications with disappearing completely. Damn.
