Transporting the Spy
took his inspiration from a potato- trickles from its point
- unzipped the outside pocket
- usual “fun with yarn”
- she told me she loved me, and that was it
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Transporting the spy to the Contrarian prison meant another zeppelin journey, but only to the terminal isle of the Inimical Archipelago. The prison’s architect seemingly took his inspiration from a potato, complete with foil jacket. Atop the lumpy aluminum-clad structure was the airship docking spire.
“It’s a solid piece of zinc,” Fleur told me, “which extends all the way into the sub-basement, into the interrogation chamber. The lower end is very sharp, and when it rains, saltwater trickles from its point.” I suspected she was saying these things for the prisoner’s benefit, but since he wore a blindfold he wouldn’t have any idea what she was talking about.
She dragged a backpack out from under the pilot’s seat and unzipped the outside pocket. From there she drew a pack of cards, and then she hailed the prison. “I’m holding two pair, over.”
The response came immediately. “I fold. You are cleared to commence docking maneuvers.”
“So much easier,” she muttered as she stowed the cards and the backpack. “I really don’t miss the old security protocol, all the usual ‘fun with yarn’ and whatnot.”
I decided to wait until a later time to ask what the usual “fun with yarn” and whatnot had entailed.
We disembarked, and then had to travel down a spiral staircase winding around the zinc shaft all the way down into the sub-basement. Finally, we shoved the sullen spy-clown into a chair and Fleur yanked off his blindfold.
“Who sent you?” she demanded.
“I do not know her name,” he said wistfully, “but she told me she loved me, and that was it. For her, I would do anything.”
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