It hadn’t been easy being a double agent; every day was like a game of Russian roulette, there was always the risk of getting caught or betrayed no matter how careful she was.
Then one night she decided she’d simply had enough; she’d hopped on a train and headed for the hills.
She’d only made contact with the people she thought would most value the information she possessed and who had enough money to buy it, and so here she was in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do but wait.
Still, as she discovered when she opened the curtains the following morning, at least there was a beautiful view from the window of her hotel room.
She stood at the window in her dressing gown and sipped a steaming mug of tea, admiring the rocky, tree-strewn landscape; it was the last thing she saw as a bullet pinged through the glass and out through the back of her skull.