Close Call

Oh wow, people. Tonight it was close. Everything - everything! - nearly went to shambles. It was almost the epitome of unlucky coincidence and my career as a spy could have been over in a heartbeat. Thankfully, some lucky unluck ensured this was not the case. Allow me to explain.

I saw a friend whom I haven't seen in a while and we were out and about in town because there are festivities on - an annual event. This occasion brings out roughly 50,000 people on our main street - so quite a few inhabitants walking around. Because I hadn't seen her in a while, I updated her on recent events as we walked towards the temporary amusement park they set up at the top of the street to take our traditional Waltzer ride. Anyway. I told her about CJ, MJ and the recent suspicious behavior from these. Then it happened.

Just as I enter on my speculations and guesses surrounding the whole thing - and I'm speaking rather loudly here as there were loads of people around - I look up and see a familiar face. Just as I'm saying the name of the clinic I realise it's no one less than Zombie! Out of all people, in all places, at all times - Zombie turns up where I'm walking and talking about him and his colleagues! What are the odds?

However, I don't think he heard me. Perhaps he reacted to the mentioning of the clinic, but hardly anything else. No eye contact thankfully, and we rushed off pretty quickly. Puh.

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