Well, of course, I couldn’t really end the story there. There remained one final chapter of my mission to be played out.
My COVID-19 Home Test box was collected by my cut-out at 3PM on Monday. For the sake of security, this go-between was a heavily disguised, white-haired elderly man, driving an unmarked, white Laser hire-van. He initiated the recognised contact protocols:
“Coronavirus? Mr Taylor-Tea?”
I handed over the package. The exchange was complete.
“You stay safe, laddie.”
I watched from the concealment of the window as he placed my swab test in the back of his van, before driving off, never to be seen again. Ships that pass in the night. It is the way it is between us operatives.
The days passed. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. There was no word from Mission HQ. The Secretary was remaining enigmatically silent.
Then at 3PM on Friday, a message popped up in my email Inbox. It was titled: Your COVID-19 swab test results.
A big bold capital: NEGATIVE.
It was enough.
Mission accomplished. Agent over and out.
© Simon Turner-Tree
Simon Turner-Tree takes a negative as a positive.
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