My story began earlier today. I’d receive instructions from HQ, full of peril and intrigue - my kind of assignment.
I flew into Moscow, landing in the dark. The cold wind nipped at my face, bring back memories of previous visits.
Finally, he was on the move. I followed at a safe distance, the heavy snow shrouding him like a veil.
Hearing a shout on the bridge I started to pick up speed. As I saw the gun flash, I broke into a sprint.
He stood over her, gun pointed, ready to make his coup de grâce. Her eyes pleaded with me to help her…oh what the hell, lowering my shoulder I tackled him. We both went over the side, my arms wrapped around my target like a pair of long lost lovers. I braced to hit the freezing water.
George! GEORGE! Wake up, your parents will be here soon!