Rendezvous

The birds swooped low as Brody made his way to the shelter on the seafront for the rendezvous with the agency.

He was on a high but with a feeling of trepidation. He pulled his coat tightly in the strong wind.

A woman approached him with the code. He had a feeling he’d seen her before. No words passed between them as she slipped a matchbox into his hands and walked on.

He sat in the shelter pondering his next move. The stakes were were high. He needed to plan his cut. Who was the woman?

The birds swooped low.