The Double Agent

“So she is the one?”

A woman wearing red leather pants ducked in the apartment building.

Revmondo glanced at Al. “Yep. Why? Nervous?”

“Not exactly.”

“You’ve gone soft on this planet.”

Al shook his bald head.

Emitting a faint ozone smell, the door lock shattered like cheap crystal. They went upstairs.

“Stay here. Remember, I don’t want any surprises.”

Revmondo opened the door to her apartment.


Security recordings showed the smiling couple emerging—a bald man and a knockout bombshell, their fingers intertwined—just moments before a brilliant flash crisped the apartment building.

“Wow. What could do something like that?”

(100 words) Picture is copyright by Amanda Goavert.


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