short fiction
The Spy
A frightened newcomer receives a dangerous assignment from a boss who trusts no one.
Did you call me Mr. Evans? Timmy asked the bossy figure in front of him.
Ah, yes. Timmy, welcome my child. I hope I didn’t steal you from something important. Because This is as important as it gets. Mr. Evans asked Timmy.
No Sir. I was on my way here so It’s okay. Timmy, frightened, replied.
Now, Timmy. Let me ask you something. I’m gonna be honest with you for a second here. You know who I am, I’m a ruthless control freak. And I hate to see things out of order. Tell me Timmy, how do we treat someone who’s out of control? Mr. Evans asked in a menacing voice.
Timmy was holding on to the last bit of his nerves. He knew where this was going and there was nothing he could do that prevented it. His only option is to play along and hope for a miracle.
I’m waiting for Timmy, I don’t like that. Mr. Evans added.
Mmm… Get them back in or..
Yes, Get them back in order. Well done Timmy. Mr. Evans interrupted Timmy’s answer.
Now, A little bird told me that there’s someone inside my ranks who’s snitching. If I’m being honest, I don’t like snitches. I would’ve killed him on sight but unfortunately, I don’t know who he is. And I’m not gonna suspect anyone unless I get it confirmed.
Timmy, You’re new here. Nobody really knows who you are. Mr. Evans kept his rant going.
I want you to find the snitch Timmy. And tell me who he is. I’ll take care of the rest. To start, I want you to get to the Shamerand Dockyard, I lost some merchandise and some men there. You can sniff around to see whether there’s any clue to be found.