Morning all. Ready to start the day? I actually got up early today. I’m kind of proud of that actually. I wanted to hit the snooze, but retrained myself. As my eyes are still allergy heavy, I feel kind of proud. So let’s not waste the time and jump right into the morning prompt. Ready? let’s go.
I kind of like this. I am not sure what the story will be about, the case he is helping with or the life he builds after, but it does leave several avenues to play with. It could even be a short story about the day he burned his old life to the ground. lots of options. Always fun.
Wednesday, July 12th: Are you ready for this?
“Are you ready for this?” She asked. He managed a half smile.
“Does it matter at this point?”
She sighed. “No, I suppose not.” He lifted an eyebrow in surprise.
“You must be new to the job,” he commented.
Now she looked at him in surprise. “Why do you say that?”
“Because none of the other agents had any sympathy.”
She was spared from making a response as the other two agents walked in. One was brunette, the other had dirty blonde hair. Both wore similar black suits. It was their expressions that made them look like twins rather than their clothing though.
‘Something about the eyes,’ Stan thought.
“All ready? Good,” one of the agents asked. He didn’t give Stan time for an answer and it was clear he didn’t want one.
‘I suppose the new one will learn,’ he thought as he straightened his shirt and stepped forward. Technology progressed enough that he wasn’t actually wearing a wire, but in his mind he felt like he had a microphone strapped to his chest. One the size television and movie directors had people lower into position on sets via large poles just out of camera view. He thought they might be called booms, or at least he heard the name associated with recording studios and, at the moment, thought it was an appropriate word.
He shook the thought away. Now was not the time for extraneous thoughts. ‘I should have kept my mouth shut,’ he thought for the millionth time since going to the feds with his information. He thought he was being a good citizen. And in truth part of it may have been worry for himself. He didn’t want to be the patsy.
The rest of it was, he could admit if only to himself, pure retaliation at Jerry and his crew for pulling him into such a mess in the first place. He lived a quiet life. He liked that quiet life. Now he knew, no matter what happened tonight, that quiet life was over. He would go in and he would record what he could. Whether they got the recording of what they needed or not his testimony would ensure he had to leave this life and go somewhere safe. The agents added things like, at least until after the trial, but he knew the truth. He would be sent into a new life and it would never be safe for him to return to this one.
As he mulled this thought over, his feet took him towards his destination. If the agents had any final words, he hadn’t heard them. They fell away and he as on his own. People were listening but he knew if something happened, they wouldn’t be in time to do anything.
‘I suppose the more and better information I give them the nicer they will be in assigning me a new life,’ he thought as he opened the front door and stepped inside the building for the last time.
Ten til Midnight 