Double Agent

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This week’s photo is by Kent Bonham. Thank you, Kent!

If you are a fan of the Showtime series “Homeland,” you may have noticed that the demure, young Iranian-American CIA analyst Fara Sherazi has had a couple of uncharacteristically angry outbursts in recent weeks. First, she ranted at the U.S. bankers who laundered terrorist funds. Then, she became outraged that the Iranian spymaster Javadi–who syphoned a large chunk of the bank fees for personal use–would not be exposed for his graft. Instead of bringing him to justice, the CIA blackmailed and convinced him to work as a double agent.

How deeply rooted is her anger? She’s a newbie without any experience as a field agent, but she seems to have conflicting loyalties. Could she potentially “go rogue,” follow him to Iran and expose him?  If so, how would she get out of the country without alerting her bosses at the CIA? Surely their databases are flagged whenever one of their operatives passes through Customs.

This is a piece of fan fiction that imagines that scenario. Hopefully, it stands on its own, with or without the background info.

Enjoy!

alley - photo copyright Kent Bonham

Double Agent

by Jan Brown

I am forever grateful for my cousin Jamelah. When I explained my mission, she readily lent me her passport. Fortunately, she’s a U.S. citizen and her passport contains no other biometric data beyond the digital photograph. Though we look almost exactly alike, our fingerprints would be distinguishable.

I am chasing the worst type of traitor—one who feeds off the misery of others. He’s a snake who betrayed his own people for money. I know where to find him this morning. This quiet alley leads to the back door of his bank. He will not live to see another dollar.

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A Handsome Man

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  This week’s photo is by Claire Fuller.

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A Handsome Man

by Jan Brown

Reminiscent of an old movie, the clandestine meeting took place in a used book shop. The gruff owner reminded her of Rod Steiger in The Pawnbroker.  She suddenly felt sorry for Peter, who worked there as his cover.

Peter emerged from the back room and said, “I set aside this book as requested, Miss.”

“Yes, I received your email.”

She flipped through the pages with interest, noting various markups. His email contained the cypher. The decoded message would reveal the names/aliases and addresses of the target.

Peter handed her a receipt along with a photo.

A handsome man. Too bad.

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Bang

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story.

copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Bang

by Jan Brown

Bang.

The neighbor’s tree is down. Took the electric line down with it.

As evening comes, I’m reading my Kindle in a dark family room. I light the oil lamps. Spooky atmosphere complete. Isn’t this how teen horror movies start?

Bang. Bang.

Quarter-size hail plops on the roof.  I long for conversation with someone other than the electric company, but don’t want to drain the battery in my iPhone. Damn.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Someone’s breaking in. Or out. What part of the teen movie is this???

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Oh. Right. I grab the window. Slam it shut.

Bang.

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