World Peace

Its 0000. The room is very quiet. You can hear the clock on my wrist tick. Every second passing with every word i read. I am sleep deprived and the book is my saviour. It has caught my attention and it is now impossible to let go. I learn about the cold war, i learn about the spies used. I learn the brutal methods which the Soviets use to torture the traitors. Spine chilling. A bullet in the head is what they beg for. One bullet, just one bullet. 

He wakes up early morning at his usual time and puts on his sport gear and gets ready for his morning run. A middle aged man, in his 26th year as a CIA operative, still runs his assets and hasnt mentioned them in the 301 files, the reason for his assets to be alive. He still had not lost his pace, running five miles in forty minutes, better than any cadet at 'the Farm'. 

He entered his building suspicious, his 26 year old career had taught him to be. The shrinks had given up on him. His last hope had turned their backs away. He started to climb the stairs to his appartment with sheer suspision. He  opened the door only to find his partner in the kitchen. The only one he ever slept with in his 48 year old life.

To be Continued....