- Hugh? - The Banker was calling me. I was still in the conversation with them. The only person that left was Bea. - Are you there? - He was snapping his fingers.
- Yeah, sorry... I'm here. What was the question again?
- We were asking about your restaurant.
- Oh yeah, sorry. It's going well. We made a new menu and now we have new stuff like sea delicacies canapes, turkey and potato oven stew and banana bread. - Noboy reacted. The only person that reacted was Alice:
- Oh, I love canapes. I need to go to your restaurant.
- Oh so nice, Ms.?
- Alice. Nice to meet you. - Everybody started introducing after that:
- I go by as Banker.
- Salvador.
- Why don't you call me Bond? So you have a restaurant, right? Where is it?
- In the corner of 45th with Groening. - I answered.
- I have to check it out sometime.
- Well, if you would all like, I could talk to the Ambassador and we could throw a party there. I would reserve all the restaurant and he would stay there, and have some fun.
- Why not? - The Ambassador was behind me and got in on our conversation. - I don't we do it? When are you all free?
- Well, there is no reservations in my restaurant, so whenever you guys want.
- Why don't we do it next week? 19th June. - Salvador suggested.
- Good idea. Can you guys do it? - A choir of voices started talking:
- Yeah, sure.
- Ok, I'll go see if the other people can be there to have lunch. Nice to meet you guys. - I stepped away and I went next to the painting on the hallway. Bea was there and I started: - Hi. Sorry, Bea, right?
- Yeah, right.
- Well, the Ambassador was thinking of throwing a party on a restaurant in the corner of 45th with Groening.
- Sure. Sorry to ask, but I really like gastronomy... What's your specialties?
- Well, we have several dishes there that have made quite a reputation: shrimp salad, grilled codfish, roasted turkey and more. For dessert we have rhubarb compote and banana bread. - Bea coughed. - Hm, so you are the double agent, hey?
- Right... So all this restaurant bullcrap is a lie...
- Of course. I'm not even Hugh... I'm K. Nice to meet you.
- E. Nice to meet you too. - she said.
- So, any information worthy of a report?
- Not here... Meet me tomorrow at this address. - she handed me a piece of paper.
- Ok. One more question. The sniper... The Pakistans thought of that, right?
- Yeah. They knew that there would be a spy here. I don't know how they got their information, but they somehow did.
- Oh ok. By the way, would you do me a favor?
- What? - She asked.
- Let's pretend we are talking. You cover the sniper's angle and I could start transfering the microfilm.
- Ok. - She started rambling and I pretended to be listening. I got in front of her and I opened the book. I took the microfilm and I put it in my pocket. I looked both ways to check: nobody was watching. I went to the bookshelf and putted the book back. I went to the window and I smiled. I was happy. I had more chances of "winning" now that I had E on my side.
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Hiding within My Peers (#Wattys2016)
Bí ẩn / Giật gânA battle between spy and sniper that lasts four and a half minutes turned into a book that adds a backstory to the game. (Based on the game SpyParty) I'd like to thank Chris Hecker, the creator of SpyParty, my friend Pires, my friend Rui and every r...
