mission

it was supposed to be simple.
i carry the brief case down to the intersection of Gloria and Roanoke. at the corner Green will take the case. or rather i never had a case, no cases exist and there are no missels ready to launch in Washington D.C.

Green is green in every sense of the word. new agent trips and fumbles on the cross walk.  we carefully do not see each other, but he takes the case smoothly, i can feel his sweaty hand brush mine.

and it is done he walks to his future, and i walk to mine. maybe the next time we don't meet Green  will be more poise. not all missions can be perfect, but i can tell this is as close as one can get.

The  Brief Case that does not exist is not flying.  and it is not shooting lasers at people on the street. the US does not have that kind of technology. nor are we developing that kind of technology  the Brief Case must be compremised by some sort of super powered hacker, the Case was made, not that we made a Case, to be un hackable. some one on the project must have leaked. not hat there was a project.

a car is on fire. not caused by any kind of Case. and Green is there  in the middle of the street holding some thing. what is he doing? Has he forgotten his training? why is his gun not out? is he the leak? Will i have to take him out ?

 a lazer shatters bricks from a wall beside me, a lazer that does not exist, from a brief case that does not exist that is supposed to belong to a man i have never seen before. and a woman screams. and i call out because they are sure to be listening, "Johnson on the Tango mission we have a problem"