An attempt on fiction
Time for the Mojito
It was a cold Austrian morning
The metro in Vienna city was reasonably full ,there was a man with a mystique air quietly gazing at the passengers with eyes hidden under his dark snooppers ,ears alert for any attack ,the RAW look of an agent doing his days work .
The cold touch of his Beretta 9000 tickled his waist as he slightly shifted in his seat .
It was time to get down
he had to move with the quickness he was trained with and the agility he was known for.
He could see the golf capped suspect at the far end nudging his neighbour in time to jump off .
He wondered if he was alert of his being chased .
He had a suspicion he did
Another professional
Thier world existed on awareness
It made the difference in survival
To know and to act .
He went through his likely moves in precision like a pre rocket launch check list .
Studied nuances in nanoseconds .
Time was essential and his moves needed perfection but wasnt that his strength .
With the power of a wild cat he suddenly lunged ahead ,jumped out of the still moving train , and sprung at the man
all in a fraction of a second
A moment that froze in time like a video paused for the sponsor .
The golf cap swiveled at him, to attack him with his steel case ,but the Beretta was faster and a trickle of blood on the mans forehead was staining the platform ,ISI lost a good man today .
By then our man lost himself into the crowds of the city and vanished without a trace .
The police sirens mingled with the thud of the underground .
Another job well done
Somewhere in New Delhi another hooded eye in a desk nodded and grunted mmmm
Well done into his mobile .
Time for the Mojito😁
Cheers
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