29 May 2012
It was a day like any other. Spencer had been in the business for ten years. Just another day, another assignment. Little did he know, it would be his last.
He had to meet up with a girl named Trudy. He always asked himself the same question - who makes up these names?. The only thing he was sure of was that wasn't her real name. But he had a mission. She had information for his masters. Information they had been seeking for years. The whereabouts of a long-lost agent. This was an opportunity to find him. He needed to pay for his crimes and today would be the first step towards finding the bastard.
He arrived at Euston station as instructed. The drop was due to take place at 8.15am. When busy commuters would provide the perfect camouflage. He headed towards the first class area. The balcony would provide an excellent recon area. Nothing looked wrong, just busy people going about their business. He glided in-between them and stood at the meeting point, holding his copy of The Times upside-down as discussed. "Maybe this was going to be as easy as they said" Spencer thought.
This was the point he always loved :Waiting for something to happen. Relying and trusting your skills to survive. Minutes seem like hours in the killzone. Patience was necessary.
A dark haired lady appeared on his right hand side. She nodded approvingly in his direction. He smiled back. "I believe you have something for me from your friends" she said. Trudy had used the keywords. "my friends wanted you to have this keepsake" Spencer replied. He handed over the briefcase full of unmarked notes. A small price to pay for revenge. Trudy handed over a data stick. "this should provide you with everything you asked for". She turned to walk away.
The unmistakable sound of a gunshot rang out over the station. Spencer looked at Trudy as she fell to the ground. She had been killed instantly. He could see that the shot came from behind him. He dived behind the pillar as the crowds screamed and panicked. He had what he needed, he now had to escape. It was likely that the sniper would want him dead too. Time was not on his side. He couldn't stay here and be caught up in a police investigation, but he had to try and figure out where the shooter was.
He made a run for the tube in the middle of the station. A second shot rang out. The shooter is still here. Spencer darted down the stairs and through the gates. He made his way down to the Northern line and made his way along the platform past people who were seemingly unaware of the events upstairs. Suddenly Spencer felt the nozzle of a gun in his back. "don't turn around" the voice said. "I'm surprised they sent you for this job, Spencer" the voice mocked.
The Pursuit Of Shadows - Part 1 • Opuss № I