I am just taking the first sip of my 20th coffee of the day when my phone buzzes.
‘Christina. There is a package waiting for you in reception’.
I smile a secret little smile to myself. It’s here.
I lead a double life you see. By day, I am a mild mannered Web Editor for a University. I am professional, polite and unassuming. By night? Well. By night I am something else entirely.
The first inklings of a plan form in my mind as I step into the lift, and by the time I’ve ascended to the ground floor and walked to reception, I have decided what I must do.
I pick up the package and examine it closely. There appears to be a message written on one of its sides.
Suitably covert eh? That’s me alright.
I make small talk with the security guard as I sign for the parcel. Yes, lovely weather we’re having isn’t it? Yes, I am enjoying the World Cup. Yes, I do have plans for the weekend. Interesting plans. You might even say awesome plans. My reverie is shattered when the security guard suddenly remarks;
‘Interesting package you’ve got there love. What could that be?’
I hear my handler B’s voice in my head. ‘No one must know about Project Awesome until the time is right Agent Cay. No one.’
I raise my hand to the vintage brooch on the lapel of my suit jacket and press down on it gently. It releases a colourless odorless gas which will wipe the Security Guard’s memory clean. He’ll remember nothing of the package or our conversation.
I return to my desk and secrete the package in my satchel before anyone can see. Project Awesome is still my little secret for now. But for how long?
