The Spy

Chapter 6

John slowly opened his eyes and blinked, trying to adjust to the bright lights above him. He toke a deep breath and exhaled as he felt the comfort of the soft bed beneath him. He turned his head to the side and saw a familiar face sitting on a chair next to him.

"Agent Carter," John said, groggily. "What happened?"

Carter stood up and walked over to John's bedside. "You were in a bit of a scuffle with an art thief named Carlo. He managed to escape, but we were able to track him down. You took quite a hit to the head and we had to bring you back here to the headquarters to treat your injuries."

John rubbed his forehead, feeling the throbbing pain where he was hit. "What about the painting?"

Carter sighed. "Unfortunately, we were too late. Carlo had already stolen and sold the painting to a wealthy collector. We're still trying to track down the buyer and retrieve the painting."

John sat up, feeling a bit lightheaded. "I should have seen it coming. Carlo played me like a fool."

Carter placed a hand on John's shoulder. "Don't be too hard on yourself, John. You did your best with the information you had. And now we have gathered enough information about Carlo. We'll use that to our advantage and catch him"

John nods, feeling a sense of determination rising within him. "I won't let this happen again. I'll do whatever it takes to bring them to justice."

Carter gives him a small smile. "That's the spirit, John. But for now, rest up and recover. We'll need you in top shape for the next mission."

John nods again and lay back down, feeling the weight of the day's events pressing down on him.Agent Carter had just left him to rest when a nurse walked in, carrying a tray of food.

"Good morning, Mr. Westwood," the nurse said, placing the tray on a small table beside the bed.

"Morning," John replied groggily, still feeling the effects of the painkillers.

"Agent Carter told me to make sure you ate something," the nurse said kindly, pouring a glass of water and offering it to him.

John gratefully took a sip and then began to eat the toast and scrambled eggs on the tray. As he ate, he couldn't help but think about how he had been tricked by Victor and Carlo.

The nurse noticed the troubled look on his face and asked, "Is everything okay?"

John sighed, putting down his fork. "No, not really. I was so close to completing my mission and i can't help feel like a fool for letting my targets get away."

The nurse nodded sympathetically. "I'm sorry to hear that. But you're alive, and that's what's important. And who knows, maybe the next mission will be the one where you finally catch them."

John managed a small smile. "Yeah, you're right. I just need to keep moving forward."

The nurse patted his hand. "I'm glad that's figured out. Now finish your breakfast, and I'll come check on you later."

As the nurse left the room, John picked up his fork and resumed eating.