Story Wormholes: My Sister the Spy, Part 5
Olivia narrows her eyes, sizing me up. “All right. You’ve gotten this far – you must not be completely hopeless. Just don’t get us killed, ‘k?”
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Join us as we help Mitchell save his sister, Olivia, from the dreaded Tejuristan embassy. She might be the spy, but this barber is going to have to step up and save the day. Mitchell has been walking around in front of the embassy to try to watch for signs of Olivia. After being accosted by the embassy’s guards, Michell’s been watching from the coffee shop across the street. Need to catch up? Read Part 1 here or find another part in the Table of Contents.
With a sigh, I say, “Okay, Olivia. You need to stay, but you’ve got to let me help!”
Olivia narrows her eyes, sizing me up. She’s never thought much of my spy skills, and she’s probably right. “All right. You’ve gotten this far – you must not be completely hopeless. Just don’t get us killed, ‘k?”
I nod meekly, hoping my excitement doesn’t show. It’s almost too much to ask – I get to be a real spy like James Bond.
“Listen carefully,” she says, “they’re going to move me soon. I don’t know where or when. You’re going to go to my apartment and get my bike and follow them when they move me. You’re also going to get a special set of earbuds.”
“You mean these?” I say, fishing them out of my pocket.
“You went through my stuff?” she hisses. “When I get out of here, I’m going to tackle you!”
“But you just told me to get them,” I protest, wincing at the memory of all those childhood tackles.
Olivia narrows her eyes at me. “You know what I mean! Now put them in. They’ll be invisible to everyone else, but they will allow you to understand over 100 different languages, most importantly, Tejuristani. So, go get the bike, then keep watch and follow if you can.”
I hurry back to Olivia’s apartment. After relieving my overfilled bladder and stealing some of her food (hey, she stood me up at dinner – it’s only fair), I wrangle her bicycle down the stairs. Trying not to look too conspicuous as a grown man on a purple bicycle with a cute wicker basket, I return to the alley to keep an eye on things.
It’s a long night of not much happening. I struggle to stay awake, nodding off and then waking with a start in a panic that I missed something. The next day isn’t much better, with the boredom only broken up by the hunger and exhaustion.
Around late afternoon, I give in and go to find something to eat. I head to the coffee shop across from the embassy hoping to perk myself up. As I come back out with a scone and latte, I see the tall thin man coming out of the embassy once again, seemingly headed in the direction of the brick row house where Olivia is being held.
I scurry back to the alley in the opposite direction. I take up my post again, scarfing down my food and drink in case I have to leave in a hurry. Sure enough, I’ve not been back five minutes when some of the guards come and take Olivia. Grabbing the bike, I rush out of the alley, leaving behind my half-drunk coffee.
I see a cargo van pull away from the curb and figure that must be them. I follow behind at a couple of car lengths – just like they do in the movies. After a quarter of an hour, I’m starting to get really tired. I really need to start going on runs with Olivia like she wants me to, but for now I just keep pedaling as fast as I can as we wind our way through yet another neighborhood.
Huffing and puffing, I’m relieved to see the van pull into the driveway of a big old Victorian house, complete with stained glass windows and turrets. I stop behind a tree halfway down the block and watch as they lead Olivia inside with a bag over her head.
I leave the bike and sneak up to the house, dodging from tree to tree as the Mission: Impossible theme song plays in my head. I make it up to the house and crouch below the front window. From inside, I hear voices speaking, and with a shock I realize I can understand them because of Olivia’s earbuds.
“Are you sure it was a good idea to keep her?” says a woman.
“I think she knows something, Katerina,” replies a man. I wonder if it’s the thin man. “Besides, we don’t need any international incidents just now, not when we’re so close.”
“You mean I’m so close, Yuri,” says Katerina. “By this time tomorrow, I will have detonated that bomb in Center City Park, and then this country will know the power of Tejuristan.”
“Yes, that will show them what we think of their Freedom Fair. I should go to see that our guest has gotten settled in.”
“Very well, I should be off. I still have a few preparations to attend to.”
Moments later, I see a woman come out the front door and pause for a moment on the steps to adjust her jacket. It’s the same woman that I had seen coming out of the embassy the night before!
I wonder what to do. Maybe I should follow this Katerina woman. After all, it sounds like she is going to blow up the park! If I follow her, I might be able to stop her.
On the other hand, I probably won’t have any idea how to stop her without Olivia. Maybe I should try to free her and together we can try to put a stop to this evil plan. Then again, maybe by then it will be too late….
What should I do?