“Is he going according to plan?” A voice sounded in his ear. He’s sitting in the booth diagonally behind the old man who’s supposed to be keeping watch of the couple directly across from him.
“I still don’t know why it isn’t me who’s keeping watch.” He said.
“Because, as I said a thousand times, these are trained operatives, they can spot a spy a mile away.” The voice replied with gritted teeth. He punched his leg to control his anger.
“She’s pulling out a suitcase,” the old man said but before they could react, a white flash blinded them.
This story is written for 100 Word Wednesday.