Carefully rereading the note, I pocketed it and quickly slipped the sneakers in my backpack.
Since giving up my field assignments at MI-6, scavenger hunts have become my drug of choice… my safe adrenaline rush.
Agatha, my over-protective wife, was far more understanding of my once-a-month-Saturdays being spend with a group of former operatives than my previous job.
She would laugh at being called over-protective. I have to admit, the stint with the agency had had its harrowing moments: kidnapped three times, wounded seven, in a coma during the birth of our second child.
I understand her relief when I chose to retire.
So, onward toward the prize.
Spying Amanda at the corner of the pier, I crouched and tagged her. Her chest flashed RED- I was granted a kill.
That left only Brad and a designated sleeper.
And only two more dead drops to find.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- 2018. Week 41. Requirements: Using the picture prompt provided, create a flash story of under 200 words.