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- * PISS PHILEZ ISSUE 10 *
- * *
- * I spy you spy *
- * *
- * by Sameer Ketkar *
- * *
- * Created 8/17/97 *
- * Last Modified 8/17/97 *
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- The subtle man walked quite nonchalantly down the endless boulevard
- along the endless squares that were the metropolis of New York city.
- He had a businessùif you could call it thatùthat dealt with
- international business. He liked to call himself The Cleaner,
- because if there was a mess, especially a public relations mess, he
- would be right there and waiting to pick up the piecesùand sweep away
- the malignant areas.
-
- Walking down fifth avenue, perhaps the most famous street in the world,
- for his profession, he checked the reflections in doors of the shops
- often. Some people, if they had known, would have thought he was making
- sure no one was following him, trailing him just like in the movies. And
- the way he stopped every few blocks at news-stand and picked up a paper
- he'd read already seemed to baffle the men who were following himù
-
- Then, he saw the man he'd been waiting for. Tall, with blond hair and a
- sharp nose, he looked like an assassin, but the man knew him only as Bill.
-
- "Hey, Bill, how's the wife?"
-
- "Fine, and my daughter finally got out of chemotherapy and will be coming
- home in three days"ùthe men who'd been trailing the two caucasians
- recorded every word, trying to decipher the hidden meaningù"say, have
- you been working out; or has the old lady just whipped you into
- shape?" Bill said with a wicked grin. Bill dropped a small note into
- his friend's coat pocket, unseen by even the men following them, though
- they had anticipated the brush-pass.
-
- "See you around," the plain man said to his friend as they parted.
-
- The unmarked white van immediately got into motion. It first drove past
- the inconspicuous man, but they knew his daily route, so planned to catch
- up with him when he got to the bus stop which he used every day.
-
- "Oh, god," said the commander of the Israeli detachment asked by the CIA
- to trail the suspected Iraqi agent. "We've lost him." This man must
- have gotten special training from Madass Hussein himself. "Okay boys and
- girls, we're obviously facing a real pro here. Must've been at the game
- for at least, say, twenty."
-
- "You're on," said the second in charge. "Twenty dollars, he's not old
- enough to've been in the game for twenty." A matter of national
- securityùAmerica's and oursùand we're busy making bets. He laughed.
- They were pros too.
-
- "Got him"ùthe commander said, straightening his gun holsterù"we must
- have just missed him. He's going to work. Maybe he'llù" He was
- silenced as he watched the spy make his way, quite nonchalantly, to
- the Iraqi Embassyùand walk right by it!
-
- The plainly dressed, inconspicuous man stopped at the hot dog stand
- at the corner of the embassy and bought a chili dog for himself and,
- perhaps, his secretary.
-
- He walked into his office and went to his cubicle on the third floor.
- The chili dog was for his secretary, and he'd even paid for it too.
-
- He was startled when the phone rang; no one called for him these days.
-
- "Listen up, American Pig-bastard," said the funny, middle eastern
- voice to him over the telephone. "We want you to meet us at the
- warehouse off the east coast in two hours." Click.
-
- "Helloùhello, is this some kind of strange joke or something? It's
- not funny you stupid cowards! Terrorists! I'm just aù" it wasn't
- until half way through his speech that he realized the other man had
- hung up. He put his index and middle fingers between two of the
- blinds on his one little window and spread his fingers apart slightly,
- peering out in the spaces between them. He noticed the white van
- parked outside and waved to them, demanding attention as only an angry
- American could. His heart beat as it never had before. He'd watched
- the movies, he knew what theyùthe infamous Theyùdid to their American
- hostages. They would capture him, then torture him for hours a day until
- they got the information they wanted. But he was a clerkùhe knew nothing
- of the workings of the various government apparatus. His CEO didn't know
- that stuff. First they'll start by pulling my toenails off one by oneùoh
- god it's too terrible to even think of. Then they'll slowly tap my skin
- with a hot iron untilùshut up, he told that annoying little voice in his
- head. Just shut up and I'llùwe'llùbe okay, all right?
-
- Sam Shalkey pulled out the piece of paper his friend had slipped him.
- His hands were shaky, trying to read the message to get his mind off
- the horribleùto calm his mind! Reading the note, he realized for the
- first time though he'd refused to admit it before: he really did not
- have the money. Bill, his daughter Gwen's godfather, had slipped him
- a piece of the wrapper for the new toy bear his daughter wanted dearly
- and he could not afford. Bill had promised to help out. Bill had
- also wrapped a pack of gum, from which Sam took a piece and chewed
- slowly, pondering the strange phone calls and the white van. He'd
- never done anything wrong in his lifeùhe was just a hard working blue
- collar American who didn't need middle eastern threats or three dollar
- chili dogs.
-
- The Israelis didn't learn of their blunder until the following day.
-
- Sam was pleased, though, because the white van never came back and
- neither did the phone calls. The three dollar chili dogs remained,
- though, and became his top grievance now that he no longer pondered
- his remaining minutes on this plane of existence. His daughter
- would love the bear, he knew, he just wished he could have bought
- it for her himself.
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