BACK IN BUISNESS
The city seems so beautiful from the top the sound of traffic,sirens of police the tall skyscrapers and the best of all the police sirens and S.W.A.T,helicopters that are coming for me hey have found me,I can hear the footsteps of the swat team on the stairs now,i guess this is the end.
3 days ago everything was perfect. My house was pretty large with everything that a man wanted food,TV,AC and what not. I took a cola from the fridge set up my chair on the terrace and enjoyed the view of the city every sip of that cold cola made me hit a lot of dopamine,in summer any cold thing tastes like heaven. But one thing i could never quit was my habit of observing everyone and making sure they are not dangerous,this habit well I developed it while serving in the CIA,yes I was a CIA agent who served my country for 10 great years. Went on to atleast 15-16 missions and was remembered as one of them best in my department,sometimes my seniors also used to praise me for my contribution to the department.
My perfect silence ended when my cola was finished and everything felt boring again I didn't like this life much and wanted to get back but I had already retired and that risky life I sometimes enjoyed it but getting back in the CIA, i retired for a good reason to get away from this life.Suddenly my phone rang,I knew it that must be my friend jack he usually invited me to meet in bars and whenever I was with him I felt happy specially his stories that he told,in happiness and quickly ran and picked up the phone and a weird voice that i think I had heard before,but it was not jack but someone else.
