The Spyness

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Down a dark tunnel, a figure was illuminated by a dodgy $2 plastic torch. I was trained for this. No, actually, I was selected for this.

I tailed the figure surreptitiously. I kept to the shadows and whenever the figure turned, I was cleverly hidden.

The indistinct outline swung the cheap torch around and, predictably, the light bulb flickered out. The person swore, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it, muttering about cheap crap. Oh, this was going to be a fun tail...

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