My story 4

Most spies are loners.  They don’t like help, except in rare circumstances, and certainly don’t want a partner that could at any time be used for leverage.

Those are the rules, be responsible for or to anyone else, no permanent home, and with the motto, by any and all means available.

Oh, and the one attribute that makes them look like everyone else, that ability to blend in, anywhere, and not look like exactly what they are.

I personally have that down to a fine art.  No one notices me, even when I stand at the bar waiting to get a drink.  People seem to not see me, or there are too many other distractions to get their attention.

This time our protagonist is going to be on the way back from a disastrous mission that almost killed him.  After a year of rehabilitation, the aches and pains are still there, and the mental scars have not healed.

There are questions, so far with no answers, and that will be a thread we’ll be following.

Of course, if the protagonist is male, then the partner is female, and, of course, is the type that commands the attention of every male in a crowded bar.

Whatever happened to ordinary women?

Well, this is the spy business.  We don’t do ordinary.

But…

There’s always a first time.

I’m thinking; the proverbial shy and reserved librarian, conservatively dressed, hair always in a severe bun, glasses, and ten years off the pace for fashion trends.

Clever, and dangerous, the type of woman who goes hang gliding, or parachuting, just for the hell of it.

Maybe this time we might make a slight adjustment, she was once a librarian, one that fell for a chap from the wrong side of the tracks.  He escaped and she got five years in jail.

And there’s nothing like jail to take the innocence away and leave something very savage behind.

It’s not beyond the realms of possibility she will have fake blonde hair with green streaks.