My Lover Said We Were Spies

Two hours left in our hotel in Fairbanks before we boarded the train

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“The mission has been compromised,” said my lover into the phone.

I couldn’t hear the reply as I pulled the curtains closed.

“We can’t do it," I said. " It won’t work any more.”

Theresa scanned the room and then put her hand into an AC unit with a big plastic guard on the top.

“Yes, I can feel it. I got it.”

She hung up the phone and motioned be over. She put her fingers over her lips.

I knew the routine. We had been tracked. She opened the small package and lifted out an electronic device.

“Take off your clothes," she said as she did the same. “It’s on us somewhere."

The scanner couldn’t find it on our clothes, but did find two ultra-thin plastic trackers that had been slipped onto our skin.

“We need a hot shower together," she whispered as we hoped to find a way to rid ourselves of the unwanted electronic items.

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Later we left the hotel and bought some food. On the way back, Theresa looked at me.

“We’re being followed.”

We made it to the elevator and just as it closed two big Ukrainian roughnecks joined us there. I waited for one of them to push a button but nobody did.

Suddenly they both pulled out their guns and aimed them.

I grabbed one man’s arm and snapped it hard. The sound of his bone breaking filled the elevator.

Theresa kicked the other one in the throat. He stumbled out of the elevator, followed by his friend.

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We knew our time was limited. The train wouldn’t wait for us. We had to leave soon.

“I don’t feel right," said Theresa. “We need the new identities. I’m dizzy.”

I helped Theresa put on her new outfit and made sure her clothes were tight and firm. She directed my hands in and out of her blouse and slacks.

“Find where they poisoned me," she said.

At last I found the spot, a tiny incision.

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Our mission outfits had to be discarded. Someone had washed their clothes in the hotel laundry room, so we permanently borrowed their tourist outfits.

“We will catch the train to Fairbanks," I said.

“We must," she said as she started to lose consciousness. “There’s a young lady in first class who has the antidote."

“Here comes the train now,” I said.

“She’s Hungarian by citizenship, but Japanese by birth."

Theresa passed out in my arms as we boarded the train.

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