Trust is a two way street
Waiting for
hours I stared at steel walls, the room windowless and as cold as you expected
a government office to be. Finally the door was opened and a man sat down
across the table from me.
“Do I need to
explain why you are here?”
“Ah yes, I think
you have the wrong person,” I muttered.
“You’re Delilah
Redbone! You know why you here.”
“Spell it out
for me.”
“Stop playing
games were talking about your ability to walk through walls; your government
needs your services.”
“If I can walk
through walls why haven’t I left here?”
“They’re lined
with lead that prohibits your abilities.”
Someone had
ratted me out my ex-Geoff must have told them or was it my ex-Charlie who
didn’t take the memory eraser from my friend Tina.
“So what’s the
job?”
“We want you to
enter the Russian Embassy and remove some papers.”
“Not a chance,
bub,” I answered.
“The one-time
payment for this is 5 million dollars.”
“If I do this,
you leave me alone and never call on me again,” I insisted.
“Of course.”
Last week I did
the job retrieved the papers dropped them off collecting the money. My name is now, Cecilia Brooks now and I live in Canada. I stay off social media and try not to
take good pictures from government identification. I work in a bank and borrow
a few bucks when I need them. Lead doesn’t keep me out, one thing they don’t
know. So if they get me I can escape. As for dating I’m not as trusting
anymore so I have a new guy every night maybe someday I'll trust again then I'll find someone.
©Sheilagh Lee February 20, 2019
