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?” (https://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!
Scene: An antique bookstore in Stuttgart, Germany. A lone figure in a black coat enters, nodding at the clerk. He continues on to the back, where he walks through a doorway that leads to an elevator. He takes the elevator to the third floor, where he exits. Walking up to a picture on the wall, he carefully presses one of the images, which tracks his fingerprint, as well as his optical print. To his left, a door silently opens. Walking through it, he crosses the room, which is furnished with a sofa and comfortable chairs.
The room that he has entered is his office – at least, his office for this city. He has many offices, and they are all a mirror image of this one, designed to local taste, so they do not stand out. It is so much easier if his local contacts are comfortable.
He unlocked the drawer to his left, the one that contained the secure phone. After checking it out to make sure that it was working properly, he dialed a number that he knew by heart. Back in the States, the phone was immediately picked up.
“Our friend is finishing up his task here. We are set to take the local cell down day after tomorrow. Give it two days for the mop up operation, and he will be on a flight back to the States. How is the situation there?”
“We were very careful when we sent the security team in. We allowed the security cameras to record their every move, per your request. The woman knows nothing. She did, of course, check to see if the cameras had recorded, but that was not a problem. We think the action will take place during their trip to Trinidad. You still think he does not know?”
“I have worked with this man for years. He does not know. I pray that the woman is, as we believe, the key to this warren of cells, and that with her removed they lose their reason for being, and are essentially inoperative.”
“I agree. We cannot move forward until this woman, and her operation, are completely taken down. I trust that you are right about the man. There will be hell to pay if you are not.”
At this point the two men hung up. They both understood what was at stake here, and were playing old school “winner takes all”.
© August 2012 Bonnie Cehovet