"So you'll never accept a mission again?" Queried my colleague and friend, Nigel Smith. "Never." said I, hoping to dismiss the matter from my companion's mind swiftly, to allow me to think of pastures new. It was a pity that, barely after I had secured my friend's beliefs, my house was intruded by a group that I found most inconvenient, considering the in depth discussion with Nigel about how I wanted my life back and a chance for a family. For the intruders were those that had kept me without privacy and freedom. They were all part of MI6, British Secret Service. "Get your hands behind your head and DO NOT MOVE!" ordered one of the new arrivals, who seemed to have more in his body than his brain. I sighed heavily, and glanced over at Nigel, who had a large smirk painted on his face. I couldn't resist a smile either and not before long we started laughing. Quite loudly. "If you're quite finished," said one, as the last chuckle left our systems. "Excellent. Now we can being."
Somewhere in Australia...
Terry Knight made his way through the seemingly empty street towards an empty phone booth. It was his only escape. He came to the exit of a side alleyway that led out onto the High Street. He checked left then right, but not for cars. No, terry feared something much worse...
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Unfinished Works
RandomHere are some of the stories I tried to start, but never got very far with. Some of these were written a long time ago, when I was a lot younger, so don't expect it to be the best work of art. Otherwise, enjoy!
