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Knight In Shining Armor
By Randy Gonzalez
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
Spy Drama - Spy vs Spry:
Paladin Payne new about pain. Of course, that’s not his real name. None the less, he’d experienced the bone crushing, tissue ripping sting and gush of agony. On one level, he was in love with his partner. And, if that wasn’t painful enough, she, in turn, loved him. They’d worked together all over the world. Making the global community safe for American interests. But, theirs held an unusual cup of pleasured inclinations. They were spies. Well, actually case officers for the CIA. The difference contained the distinction that they recruited spies for the U.S. intelligence community. For them, love claimed bits and pieces of soulful torture, captured in moments of urgent desire. They’d made enemies. Success calculated gain in terms of deception, destruction and death. He held her hand, as they watched from a darkened alley. And, then, the gutting wrenching tremor of a horrific explosion. The upper floor of the aging apartment complex shook as though struck by an earthquake. Violent splintering vibrations, shock waves and rupturing structures pour debris down on the street. Car alarms blared as glass shattered. Voices shrieked and screamed in the night air. Smoke sensors woke up, sent signals to sleepy rescuers. Activities were set into motion.
“You okay?” His smooth eloquent voice soothed next to her ear. The two of them recovered, standing up straight. Both dashing and sophisticated in appearance. Dusting off their black trench coats, they surveyed the wreckage. A slight drizzle of rain tapped beading trails of moisture on the expensive material. He whipped up a night vision device. Scanned the periphery of destruction. “The new gelatin is very effective. Need to get an e-memo off to the techno section. Better than C-4.” He craned a look at her, steel grey eyes impatient for her response.
“Yes, I fine,” she answered, cooing in the delight of another successful termination. Those pouted puffy lips could melt his mettle without warning. Her green eyes scanned his form. She winked in their shadowy enclave. “My god, Paladin, they fell for it.” Smoldering pieces of fracture chunks littered the junk strewn front yard. “All too easy. What gives?” She mused at their specter-like presence in the pre-dawn murkiness. Long golden fingers with silver tinted nails reached for him. “Let me see, please.” She gestured for the viewer. Placing it to one beautiful perfect eye, she inspected their expertise. “My goodness. Surgical, precise, contained. Just the one apartment. Nice to have the others vacant at this time.” she handed him the viewer. “So, what gives, Mr. P?” Her head whipped to one side. Sirens wailed in the distance.
“Well, Ms. T, good question.” His voice bore no satisfaction. Another mission accomplished in record breaking time. Naturally, the public wouldn’t have a clue. Neither would politicians or the press. “Sure, swift and certain. Justice comes in the night. Rides a pale horse.” His slick, cool poetic resonance always got to her. At that, they disappeared into the darkness. Hands on pistols just in case. Shoulder holsters strapped snugly in place. “Our operative planted the device as instructed. Nothing ever goes according to plan without some glitch.” He mused, reviewed the case file in the deep recesses of his mind. “An unfortunate loss. He was good.” A sour sadness milked his handsome face. “We’ll never know why. Only guess at the reasons. Yet, we’ll do what’s necessary or die trying.”
“I know, honey,” she agreed without prolonged discussion. “He gave himself as a sacrifice for the cause. You’re right. And, they walked right into that one. Another terrorist cell deactivated. Of course, the City can now move toward upgrading the neighborhood. Could use some sprucing up.”