The two men pulled over next to the little diner, the blue neon dancing over the hood of their car.
The taller man looked up at the sign. Patriots.
“Our contact has a sense of humour,” he muttered as they went inside, carrying black briefcases.
The contact was waiting for them: a small, nervous-looking man with glasses and a twitchy mustache. They ordered food and then the contact exchanged his case for theirs. The shorter man looked through it and nodded. The papers were there.
The taller man smiled. “Pleasure doing business with you, comrade.”
Word Count: 95
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Roger Bultot for providing the prompt photo!
Very mysterious!
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Thank you!
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Excellent, could be set in the Cold War or present day. Good use of the prompt.
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Yes, Russian spies interfering with the government has come back in style recently. Thank you!
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Ah.. the good old spies… comrade would kind of blow the cover though
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True. I’m going to hide behind the excuse of dramatic license.
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A true espionage take. Nice write.
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Here comes a hide and seek story. Excellent.
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Thank you!
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Enjoyed! Enjoyed the irony as well!
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Thank you!
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