Spy Story?

**So,  haven’t thought of title for this story, nor have I completed it, but here’s the first chapter**

It was nothing short of a typical Tuesday afternoon, when Mr. John Wilson strolled into the library, in search a specific novel. This novel, was the 4th volume of the “Unknown” series. At least that’s what it was labeled on the outside. The contents inside, were something that wasn’t an action story at all. In fact, the contents inside were in some ways important to Mr. Wilson and who he represented.

Mr. Pryce Louis on the other hand, was sitting on a rooftop, binoculars in one hand, radio in the other. And to whom might Mr. Louis be speaking to with the radio? It was Mr. Wilson, of course. “John? Have you located the target?” Mr. Louis questioned.

“Ummm, I believe we have a problem. Someone else has apprehended the book. And he’s a spy. A Federation spy. Why didn’t you tell me there was going to be a FEDERATION spy here?”

“Well, you see John, I kne-”

“This guy is Valentin Zukovsky. He’s killed over one hundred people in ONE DAY with only a knife! What were you thinking?”

“Right. I apologize for not telling you. But can we please get back to the mission?”

“Okay. Gotta focus.”

Eyeing Valentin, Mr. Wilson hungrily stared at him for an opportunity. Suddenly, Valentin set the book on the table, walked over and began inspecting another book. Wrong move, Mr. Wilson thought to himself as he swooped in and snatched the book.

“Yes. YES! You got it! Now get outta there before he spots you!” Mr. Louis cheered.

Hurriedly walking, Mr. Wilson was almost out of the library when Mr. Louis realized their mistake. Before he could say anything, a flash of light followed by a deafening boom emitted from where Mr. Wilson stood.

Rushing out of the building he was in, Mr. Louis ran down the stairs, pushed out into the street, and then finally saw what damage had been done. The whole entrance to the library had been torn to shreds, everything decorated with blood and dirt. And As Mr. Louis walked up, he noticed something. It was a hand that belonged to no more than a memory.

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