going rogue

Agent Shaw woke up with a hint of a sour night. The days that have passed are but random ticking. No good news, neither bad, just plane boring days. If it could have been a regular day, such is but a blessing, as spies need some time off. But this time it’s different.

Shaw has just gotten himself off Prague, ready for battle, but came General Beckman’s order to stay locked down at the castle. His emotions are high and his health down – rest is but mandatory. Some time off they say is what he needs. And he knows that exactly, but to be locked up at the castle – is another story. He’s just so fine to be locked up.



Years ago, he lost his wife. Killed in an alley in France by an operative unknown to him or to the agency he serves. With full vendetta, he knows that one day someone has to pay. He has to be fit, perfectly ready so that when the right time comes, pulling the trigger would all be worth it.

Thing though, such same vengeance has caused him a liability. His handlers think that he still needs time – time off, even Gen. Beckman concedes to such. His current health condition added weight to the order, who would want a wounded spy.

But he just can’t stay put.

And so begun his gusto to go off grid, to go AWOL, to take things his way.
Thus the recent days and nights that have passed has been full of thinking. Options considered, responsibilities and repercussions laid – he is thus torn. Going off radar thrills him, but turning against the very institution he has served all his life doesn’t seem fitting.

And so he’d again sip coffee today – and think.
Running in his blood is a rogue spy, but would he – is the time right?