Short Story Saturday

“Our Agent” parts one, two and three can be viewed in their individual links.

“Our Agent”

The ride

Agent H rolled down the window as slowly as possible while agent A shoved our agent into the farthest remote corner of the van. “Stay put.” She hissed, crawling into the front portion of the vehicle. Our agent was breathing hard. The Company. It was here. They were coming for her. She ever-so-gently touched her back pocket to reassure herself that the Drive of Complete and Utter Classified Information was still there. Her thoughts began to wander off. To him. But he wasn’t going to help them. He had made his intentions clear.

Short Story Saturday

We will now continue “Our Agent.” To review parts one and two, click here for Part One, and here for Part Two.

“Our Agent”

The arrival 

She didn’t die. Let us put it that way, for it is simpler. After falling one hundred stories and also falling unconscious during the process, it was barely believable she was in one piece. Let alone alive. Backup had come. Can we get a happy “huzzah”? Although said beloved agent loved to work alone, I think we can all agree that she would be most thankful when she woke up. “Set her down!” Agent A screamed.