Other spies lurked in the city. You don't need to be one to notice them even a senile can identify them which was precisely what happened. The group leaving the nursery home for their annual day out in the city had pointed at them one by one. They must have reeked the traitors from far.
No one warned something serious was going on, it just happened.
Let me tell you if a group of drooling seniors start shouting and pointing at certain people, while running around through the center of city, calling these folks spies, you better watch your steps. We all know what recognition means. You are or hired the worst spy ever. If that's the case it's for your own good to leave the field and switch jobs.
A recognized spy is doomed. Seniles don't forget easily. They keep repeating the same questions and remarks over and over again and instead of being deleted out of their memory faces and voices are burned in it.
Great, her brother only called her when something was wrong which meant today was the day.
"They recognized me," was what he said as she opened the door so against her will. "A bunch of elderly saw me, the whole group yelled at me. If it wasn't for..."
"For what?" she liked to know.
Her brother was a born loser. His idea of making an "honest" income was spying for everyone who loved to know more about someone or something. He wasn't a private detective, therefore scrupulous, and not cared about privacy but his wallet only. He stared at her but his puppy eyes no longer made her heart melt, feel sorry for him. The way he dressed, moved, spoke, his whole attitude... He was wrong, so wrong.
"It's different from what you thought. I wasn't the only one. You should have seen them it's probably all over the news, I.."
"You have to leave, now!"
"Come on sis, give me a break. You know me," he begged.
"Exactly and that's why."
She held the door as closed as possible and gestured him to move.
The only place where he could hide was an old farmhouse. Once it belonged to a client but the man died years ago and no one asked for the property. Every few weeks he spent some time at the place. Mainly to find some rest and think over his next steps. A room on the ceiling was his. Everything he needed was stored inside. Before he had turned on the small transistor radio to listen to the news he had checked the house. A spy could never be too careful and since he was recognized it was possible people looked for him.
This time it was serious. The news made that clear and even showed faces of many recognized as spies. Some seniors had time to take pictures or perhaps some smart bystanders did. He wasn't sure if his photo was taken. As he laid on his mattress he thought over the bizarre moment. It felt as if those seniors went crazy at the same moment.
'Mice, they always find their way out, show up unexpected.' His last thoughts were triggered by the rustling in the wall which could only be caused by the family of rodents.
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