It was close to midnight. The whole city of London slept, though not soundly. Even during the day, people were scared to be out of their homes. It was unimaginable what kind of fear they felt during the night, when not even a bulb was allowed to be lit. In this era of darkness, me, a simple soldier from Westminster, London, was standing inside an abandoned church, waiting. My superiors had sent me here to meet with a man who had made contact with them a week before. Which faction he belonged to, or which country he came from, I did not know. The only thing I knew was that I was supposed to wait here until he made his presence known to me.
I was staring out a window on the east end at a ruined building that the German planes had bombed last week. It used to be a simple inn. The only mistake that they had made was that they forgot to close the blinds of one of the windows and light shone through it. That was all the incentive that was needed. The 50 kg bomb had fallen a couple houses over and destroyed the entire area. Since then, the people had abandoned this place.
I was still lost in thought, thinking about all the people that had lost their lives here, when the glass pane in front of me broke and a man jumped in. I instinctively took out my revolver and pointed at the figure. The man landed on his face before I could shoot. Blood collected in a pool around his body. I approached his body slowly, my gun still in my hands.
"You need to be more careful."
The voice made me jump out of my skin. I flipped around and shot. A hand cupped around my forearm and pointed it up so that the bullet ricocheted off the ceiling and landed 2 feet to my right. I was breathing heavy now.
"I can't believe that they sent such a trigger happy idiot here," he hissed.
His face was way too close to mine. He had a rugged beard and his nose was crooked. A hood covered his hair and eyes, and his breath smelled of tobacco smoke. I calmed myself down and he let my hand go. He backed away a bit and began looking around. He was wearing a trench coat that fell down to his knees. I put my gun back in its holster.
"I suppose you are the one that I am supposed to meet," I stared after him. "Do you know the best way to hide an elephant?"
"You shove it down a giraffe's throat," he replied. "So, you are the one they sent. Absolutely fuckin brilliant!"
I was beginning to like him less and less. "Who is this?" I asked pointing to the body on the floor.
"A Nazi. There are more on the roof and in the garden. You really need to be more careful if you wish to survive the war."
"So, who are you and why did you contact us?" I stared at the body once more and then focused my attention on the man again.
"My name is of no consequence, though you may call me Kilroy. As to why I am here, I prefer to tell that to a more competent person."
"I am competent more than enough," I pulled my revolver once more and shot, this time a bit more accurately. The bullet hit the shoulder of a man creeping up behind Kilroy. Kilroy turned back. A hidden blade erupted from his sleeve and it hit the man in the neck. He quickly pulled the blade out. A fountain of blood erupted from his neck as the man fell down, choking.
"I guess so," he said, kicking the corpse. "I would still prefer to meet with one of your superiors though."
I let out a sigh and beckoned him to follow me. I left the church and began walking towards our base. I turned back to see if he was following me and found no one. A knife landed in front of me. I frowned in suspicion and gripped my gun tightly.
"Do not worry, I have you in my line of sight. Just take the knife. It is much better than whatever you have, trust me. Keep walking and do not look back. I will take care of any stalkers."
