Today we get to write about: the travel agent.
I ended up having to be my own travel agent yesterday when I booked our honeymoon flights. For some reason it actually ended up being cheaper to buy the tickets there and back separately, rather than as a round-trip. Whatever.
So yeah, we're going to Jamaica at the end of January/start of February for two weeks. I shall write more about this another time.
"Please have a seat, Agent Travel," the man in the black suit and sunglasses says, pointing to the chair on the opposite side of the patio table.
"Honestly Tom," I reply as I take my seat and pick up the menu in one motion, "we should be on a first name basis by now! Call me Time."
"But we've only just met."
"Er... right, of course. My mistake." I knew I should have grabbed a paper to check the date before I arrived. "You were saying?"
"We have a new assignment for you." Always we. Never the government. Never the president. Just plain old we. "A research scientist by the name of Jason Boyle is on the run with some very sensitive documents. We need them back."
Oh, crap. The Boyle Case. They'll be talking about this one for years to come.
"I see," I say, perusing the dessert selection to stall for time. "As it turns out, I'm quite familiar with Mr. Boyle." If only he knew. "Unfortunately, he is also aware of me - he'd see me coming a mile away. I'm just not the man for this job. I think that Agent Matthews, however, would be a most excellent fit."
Honestly, I do feel quite bad about sending Matthews to a certain death. But hey, better him than me, right?