Normally6 Dec 2013 12:46
Molecules was an abstemious sort of guy, but the pressures had recently been getting to him, and on the BA flight over from London he'd partaken of more than a few Martinis. These Limeys couldn't make a dry one to save their lives, he reflected, his head swimming somewhat as the plane began its final approach into Logan. He patted his pockets. "Now where did I put that phial", he muttered. Later, after the perfunctory questioning by the TSA functionary (she'd noted the Boston accent immediately), Molecules relaxed beside the infinity pool at XEN HQ, his mind drifting back to that final parting in London. It had been a wrench, but what could he do, such a liason was doomed from the start, and the name of the game now was to put distance between himself and the Ivans. In a refrigerated safe in his office opening onto the pool area, kept carefully at -14.3 degrees Centigrade, sat the fruit of two years' co-operation with them - it must not be jeopardised now. The phone on the poolside table shrilled that familiar American tone. He picked up the receiver. A husky voice, known all to well, tugged his heartstrings. "Vy did you leaf zo zuddenly?". Molecules had no answer, he was disarmed, He slid the receiver to the other ear and reached for another....
TO BE CONTINUED