Shot studied the dossier. Stabbed had apparently gone rogue. The mission: terminate with extreme prejudice.
In Istanbul, Stabbed’s last known sighting, Shot headed for the safe house. Evidence of activity, but no Stabbed. Same story in Casablanca and Moscow.
On entering the Paris hideaway, the intense aroma of Stabbed’s favoured Gauloises hit Shot just before the blackjack.
Shot awoke, trussed up, head pounding.
“Sorry partner.” Stabbed unsheathed her stiletto. “Seems we have the same mission.”
My entry in the September 2018 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Shot
Genre: Spy Fiction
It got 1 vote: POLL — September 2018 75-word Writing Challenge
M. Robert Gibson 