The call

by dmoeslei

Dave Moeslein

“Good evening Mr. Jones” said an all too familiar smug voice on the other side of the phone.     He  wanted to scream “HOW DID YOU FIND ME!” but knew all too well that there was no escape from the business.  Once you are a spy for James Rawls, there’s no real way to get out.  His training immediately calmed him down and he resumed my calm composure as he replied “What’s the target?”
“Smart man, straight down to business Mr. Jones, that’s why we like keeping you around.  We don’t have a target for you this time, more like a challenge.  You didn’t really think you could defect from our contract and expect to be welcomed back with open arms did you?”
Jones’ chest twisted for a moment as he looked around the bottom floor of the condo for any signs of an intruder.  To stall he said “Defect?  What do you mean?”  Playing stupid was not going to go well but gave him a chance to look around for a weapon in case things got ugly.  His right hand gripped a baseball bat as he waited with anticipation.
In a much louder voice than before came a laugh and a sneer “Hahaha Mr. Jones, I would have thought you would be better coming up with a cover, even so your first challenge is very simple.  Survive this attack.”

Just as Jones had enough time to look around and find a weapon, a window broke from behind him and as he turned around ready to fight, he felt a numbing pain in his left thigh beginning to spread throughout his leg.  Jones looked down just in time to see a dart sticking out of his leg before he blacked out.
The phone woke Jones up again, this time it was morning.  The same familiar voice greeted him with the simple phrase “You failed your first test Mr. Jones. I would leave your apartment within the next ten minutes with whatever clothes you want to be found wearing and try to disappear again, because due to your poor performance last night, the only way to earn your freedom is to walk into Rawls’ office and demand it. Good luck Mr. Jones.”
Within minutes Jones had gotten dressed into his grey suit and secured his glock in his waistband in underneath the back of his blazer.   Combing his black hair back and grabbing his Raybands on the way out, Jones set out for the train station prepared for anything.  A taxi pulled up and as Jones slid into the back seat he began to plan out his next move, however his plan was ended all too quickly when a semi hit him from behind.