I have made the decision to take one of my micro flash fiction stories and flesh it out into a serial. The story that I chose to do this with is “Where Do We Go From Here?” (http://theworldofflashfiction.wordpress.com/2012/07/14/where-do-we-go-from-here/). I have no idea how long this serial is going to be. It will have some twists and turns, and it will end when it ends! Enjoy!
In an elegant townhouse, somewhere in the city. A tall, tanned man is sitting at an antique desk, phone in hand.
“Marcus, this is an emergency. I just received a call from Karen. Things are going bad very fast, regarding the girlfriend. You need to get your top people together … they will need to pass as a security team, and they will need to look as if they are local. Don’t use anyone that was on the team that placed the listening devices … we don’t want the neighbors to suddenly remember that they have seen these people before!
Be there at 10 am. Take the devices out, while you are pretending to search for them. Tell the woman that there was nothing to be found, that her house and car are clear. Be very nice to her – we don’t want her suspecting anything.
The phone? Karen will take care of that – she was the one that placed the bug there in the first place.
Report back to me when this is done.”
Back at the Bellagio, Karen is joining Anne at their table.
“Annie, I made arrangements for a topnotch team to be at your house at 10 am tomorrow. They will search your house and your car for you, and I advise you to ask them to search any computers or laptops too. You have always had your phone with you, so I don’t think you have to worry about that. However, if you are concerned about it, the team will be happy to help you with that too. BTW – There is no charge … they owe me a favor.”
“Karen, you are a wonder! I am not concerned about my phone. It is always with me, and I have had no problems with it. You must think I am going nuts!”
“No, I don’t think you are going nuts. I think you are in a new stage in your relationship with Karl, and your nerves are a little frayed. That is to be expected.” Karen smiled. “Shall we order?”
Their waiter stepped up to their table, and they placed their orders. Annie relaxed for the first time since she had left Karl at the airport. Karen always put things into perspective for her, and she was grateful.
In a small coffeehouse in Stuttgart, two figures were seated at a table, coffee cups in hand. They spoke in low voices.
“What is the latest news? My time here has been well spent, but I will be happy to return home.”
“We have come across some very important chatter, and are making every effort to verify it. We know that the individuals that we are watching here are not a lone cell, but they are also not the upper echelon of this operation. What we have learned, through monitoring them, is that the head of the operation is a woman. We don’t know anything about here, other than that she was raised here in Europe, but can easily pass as an American. We don’t know height, hair color, or anything that distinguishes her, other than that she is female.”
“I will keep this in mind. Thank you.”
Having said that, the individual that was speaking rose and left the coffeehouse. Five minutes later the other person rose, paid their bill, and left. He knew more than he had told, but he had withheld the information for a reason. Until things could be verified, all they could do was keep watch.
© August 2012 Bonnie Cehovet