The Spy Who Wouldn't Kill

I think I might write a little spy story for you. Nothing fancy. Not even that good, and predictable. Some people might get what it is that I am talking about, and not, therefore, need to ask a lot of questions. Others will know, and will be made curious. This will make them ask me more questions. Some will just shrug and say, "huh?"

A spy was sent by his government, a government that was on the right side, by the way, to kill a treacherous double agent. He was to do this by catching the treacherous double agent in the act of doing something terrible.

The spy had read the dossier and had no doubts that the agent had to die. He found easy access to the place where he was to do the killing. The guards were friendly, even helpful.

At the moment when the double agent was supposed to do something awful, something went right. So much so that the spy has to wonder about the accuracy of the dossier.

Could it be?

Anyway, the spy came out with the notion that perhaps not all of the dossiers at headquarters are all that reliable. He already knew that several of the dossiers were not that reliable, but he had never found a bad one in the ones he had been assigned.

In semi-but-not-really-related news, I was amused to see that one of the restaurants I had panned a few months ago has changed its name and had a face-lift. While I do not know if it still features the same lousy food, I would not be surprised if the kitchen had not gotten a shot in the arm as well.

Better a shot in the arm than a shot in the dark, I guess. Personally, I hate shots, but I love Peter Sellers movies. So there you go.