September 2018 75-word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO MOSAIX!

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Messages from Chameleon

Foreign bank account established for Jackdaw. Get known asset close to him at party.
Attached: Jackdaw′s itinerary.

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Confirmed: diamond earrings sent to Jackdaw′s mistress, using asset. Receipt left in pocket for wife to find.
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Jackdaw seized.

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Report to intelligence committee

Colonel [Redacted] was implicated as our agent. After interrogation, he was executed by firing squad.

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Message from Chameleon

Promoted to Eagle′s 4th assistant. Eagle gambles heavily despite his public morality campaign. Opportunity?
 
STRAIGHT SHOT

"Good evening, Martini? Shaken, not stirred?"

"No, Not gin tonight, Cedric. It's been a really hot day. How about a cold lager? Amstel, please.'

" A pint, sir?"

"I don't do these things by halves, Cedric."

"Long day, sir?"

"If you knew the half of it, Cedric. Flamethrower. Phew! Close call. Here: have a beer for yourself too."

Anything else, Mr Bond?"

Yes. I'll have a Glen Moray with that. A double."

"Ice?"

"Straight shot."
 
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Of Cyborgs and Samurai

Agent Qi massaged the logarithm. The file unfolded. Mission accomplished. The identity of the Luddite propaganda master would be his.

As the binary transformed into words, Qi sensed a presence. Behind him stood Yokozuno. Before the Samurai could strike, the fabled assassin crumpled. Years of discipline and training were useless against advanced cybronetics.

When the Silicone Wars began, Agent Qi remembered his part in the “Purge of the Luddites.” He shivered in fear and foreboding.
 
Sleeper

His own death faked, it was only a matter of time before the other double O's were dead for real; all killed over the course of a month.

He was thorough. M was dead and Q too for good measure. Which just left one.

The crosshairs lined up on Moneypenny’s head. No, not that pretty face.

Bond re-centred on her chest and squeezed the trigger.

You always said I would break your heart Moneypenny.
 
Pop!

A crackling log heightened the tension in the small cave.

“Be smart, lad. Put it down. Your pryin’s caused enough harm already,” the man said.

“Y-You first,” the boy replied.

The girl whimpered, held by the man, a knife gracing her throat.

“Do it, Julian!” she pleaded. “Think of Anne, Dick and Timmy.”

It had been a summer like no other - bloody; painful; infamous.

Times they were a'changing.

Julian squeezed the trigger.

Bang!
 
Reality Bites

My arms begin to ache as I hold the rifle steady aiming at the chained and hooded figure stood 25 feet away. Captured for spying and now sentenced to die.
I aim at the heart to prevent any ricochets.
When I joined the army it wasn't to be part of a firing squad. My dream was to travel the world upholding the rights of justice and freedom.
"Fire" shouts the commander.
I take the shot.
 
Spy Shots

“Oh yeah baby,” he croons. “That’s it, work it!” The camera clicks away feverishly. My catsuit doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Can you…?” He gestures to his collar. I know what he wants. I pull the zipper down slowly and bend low. He’s almost salivating. If only he’d stuck to fashion.

“Oh yeah ba-,” he starts. “Wait, what-?”

The Walther slips from my cleavage into in my hand. The next click is the trigger.
 
Tomorrow Always Comes...

He'd always feared men in white coats. Especially when they approached holding hypodermics dripping with unknown liquids.

“Do you expect me to talk?”

Laughter.

“No, we expect you to live!”

“My name is Bond, J...”

Smiles.

“Yes we know, Jimmy. You're a bit confused. Hush now. That shot of antibiotics will soon have you right as rain. Let’s just tuck this blanket round your knees. Fancy a push round the gardens before bingo?”
 
The Viper
“Ma’am, we’ve had reports that Agent Viper will target the ambassador.”

“You mean ‘One Shot, One Kill’ Viper?”

“Exactly.”

The chief casually indicated an unconscious man with a crude snake tattoo on one arm.

“You took out Viper by yourself?”

“I’m good at what I do. I’m going to check the bar.”

Moments later the security chief was dressed as a waitress, her own snake tattoo carefully covered.

“Vodka shots? How delightful!” said the ambassador.
 
Sadder than Fiction


“Might as well question the usual then.”

“We can’t. This is the Butler.”

“So who do we point the finger at now?”

“One shot, straight to the head. Well planned. Professional, perhaps.”

“With the murder weapon practically under the victim’s nose? No chance.”

“But the only entrance was locked from the inside. No way anyone went in or out. No amateur at least.”

“What’s that? Poking from his jacket pocket.”

“It’s a note. Handwritten... oh.”
 
Darkest Times

There were many heroes in that war. Terrible deeds were done by brave men, and far worse by cowards. The souls of all were scarred by blood.

They came to Tom Smithson one night and spoke in words of honeyed steel of King and Country, of terrorists and duty, of information he could access, and, most importantly, of the health of his family.

The next day Tom killed his wife and daughters and shot himself.
 
The Hard Truth

It’s dark in here, but I’m a little excited. Prepared and primed by the CIA, that’s me.

Or the KGB? I don’t know, three letters and they wanted plausible deniability, whatever that means.

It started with a bit of pressure on my butt, a sudden rush of heated gas, “Weeeeeeee!”

IMPACT!

Twisting through flesh and blood, shattering and breaking, then into someone else…

I’ll answer the question: Who killed Kennedy?

It was me, the bullet.
 
Uncle Louie

" I'm Derek, fashion industry spy, interesting work, good pay and fashion spies don't get wacked, yet here I am
with a 9 MM round in my brain, inoperable ."

" I called uncle Louie in Detroit, told him this bunch of big butt bimbos put a contract on me."
" Can you fix it Louie?"


" Sorry kid, you're family and I love you but money talks."
" I'll make sure you don't feel a thing this time."
 
Horse with a Broken Leg

Shhhhh

The manilla envelope slides under the door.
He’s seen it all before; same old, same old.
Some political radical, an author, even clergy, but this one seems familiar.

So soon after failing the Russian Job? I’m still on medication…

The note from HQ sounds threatening, not reassuring; “If you fail this one, I’ll find someone else.”

And below, in the usual Atbash:

blf'iv urivw, slghslg

He raises the gun to his head.
 
Spectre at the Feast
“I’m shot.”
“Come on, Bond,” said M. “It isn’t the first time.”
“That’s not what I mean. I can’t do it anymore.”
“You’ve just brought down a Colombian drug cartel, a spy ring operating in Japan and a Chicago mafia family, killing a mass murderer in Poland and a people trafficker with blood on his hands in Jamaica along the way. It’s your most successful mission ever.”
“You don’t understand. Honey Ryder said, ‘No!’”
 
Exit, Pursued by a Bear


I’m an actor. Not by profession, by necessity. Hero, hard-working patriot, that’s me; double agent, betrayer of secrets, me, too.

They said exfiltration would be difficult. They’d only get one shot at it. If they failed, I’d get the shot, in the head.

A Shakespearean troupe, on tour, with a suddenly acquired new actor? Too obvious. They were stopped, photographed, checked, and escorted out of the country.

Me? Nobody checked the officer escorting them.
 
My Dearest Victoria


“We can’t call for pickup. Our communications are compromised.”

“Trust me.” Jeff grabbed one last flower from a little girl and stopped to pose at a tourist photo booth. He paid cash, gave the photographer an email address.

***

Elizabeth opened the attachment to see her ex, with a hula dancer and an outlandishly constructed lei. Her eyes narrowed. Iris – message.

Mustard flower – hurt.

Danger.

Meet in the morning.

Patriotism.

Sighing, she reached for her phone.
 
Licence Expired


Bond was on a secret mission
'What?' he could not say
Telex said 'For your eyes only
Come and save the day'

Jaws cried off with acute toothache
Oddjob doffed his hat
Blofeld called in for a sick day
Said he'd lost his cat

With no more baddies left to face him
What was James to do?
And so with all the budget cutbacks
M did fire him too
 
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