Flash! Fiction 3 by Peter McMillan - HTML preview

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"Absolutely. According to the Director and the Chairman, they need this, but for the time being they have to fly under the radar, so to speak."

"Do we have a schedule?"

"End of the month," answered the professor. "Everything and everyone should be in place. Of course, we'll never know where ...

ever."

"Should we meet again before then?"

"No, We'll be contacted."

"Did you hear something ... from over there?"

"That direction?" the professor said, pointing in my vicinity. "I thought I heard it earlier, too."

"Sounded like feedback from a cheap amplifying device."

"Hey, it wasn't cheap," I said under my breath, not cluing in.

"I'd better phone it in," said the professor. "It's probably nothing, but it might be one of those needless risks that could screw this up for us unless we eliminate it."

Eliminate. Needless risk. Screw up. That's ME they're talking about!

I slipped over the back of the bench, got up but ran low to the ground all the way to the subway entrance.

No black SUVs, no men in black. On the northbound platform, all was clear ... until the Peter Gunn theme startled me. It was just my 95

ringtone, but it was so LOUD underground. I didn't answer. "Brian, Inuvit." Northwest Territories, really?

First published in Beyond Imagination Digital Library Magazine, Issue 5, July 2014.