The Spy Short Story Collection

By Kenneth Guthrie

Four spy stories about Sean and his adventures in North Korea attempting to stop the rogue country from appropriating nukes, New York fighting for his life against skilled assassins sent to end his life, Moscow where he uncovers secrets of a previous life, and the place he was born where he finds truths he does not wish to know.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Dec 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465949080

Kenneth Guthrie

Kenneth Guthrie is a writer of sci-fi, fantasy and crime novels.Profile image credit: Vincent Gerbouin at Pexels.com

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THE SPY SHORT STORY COLLECTION

Kenneth Guthrie

Copyright 2011 Lunatic Ink Publishing

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

North Korean Nuke

Russian Team

Trapped

Assassin

NORTH KOREAN NUKE

DEAL MAKER

The computer beeped, a rather stale sound that woke Sean from his thoughts at the window. It was time. Sean dragged the hotel's old wooden chair over and flicked the Spacebar. Voice manipulation unit OK; anti-tracing set up. Skills implanted by the x-project’s doctors allowed him to read the code running along the little side screen. Everything was ready.

A familiar voice torn by years of smoking came across the laptop's speakers.

Sean?

Yeah, it's me.

The man coughed loudly into the speaker. Sean could hear the sounds of other people in the background. Important things were being done - the CIA was busy today.

There was clunk as Bob's coffee cup, or whatever, hit the side of his microphone with a thud. Bob, the smoker Sean was talking to, was working hard on getting cancer at the early age of 50; this would only smooth his throat for now.

The voice came back a little clearer.

I have a job for you. Do you want to know the details?

Send me the sample.

It took awhile. The Middle East didn't have the best satellite connections in the world. Then again, at least there was next to no one listening in via the data stream flowing in and out of this pc. (A conversation like this would have been impossible in the States.) Sean was thankful for the privacy.

He read through.

Ok, send me the rest. I'll take it.

He read the file again, it was more than risky - it was downright dangerous. Sean took a sip of his coke. They were willing to pay eight digits for this one, a good sum by his standards; he'd take it.

*****

His contact handed him the file. He was middle height, built with a good tan and a balding head: Soldier material. He had a coat on but might have well been standing on a parade ground. He didn't look the type to be doing this kind of thing in a dirty alley in the red light district of Seoul - that was what made him so good at what he did.

You got this from you ministry?

The man frowned at him. Sean tried not to sound so damn near native when he spoke Korean, but it was hard. At least three of the men in his head spoke the lanugauge to that level. It was hard to dumb it down.

Yes. It's straight from our records.

Good. Here's your money. Keep quiet about this.

The man didn't need to be warned. He knew the drill well by now.

He opened the file and took out the picture. Mob bosses didn't usual deal in nukes. Something unusual was going on here.

*****

The bar's name was Born Again. It was a cesspool of the worst type. Broken windows with glass scattered across the pavement and torn up boards were not out of place in this squalid little area. It was a stark contrast to the rest of this rather tidy city.

He walked up to the door. No bouncer. He glanced at the man watching him from around the corner. He had his gun on Sean from underneath his dirty coat that was more aesthetic than truly dirty.

Sean ignored him and opened the door.

Inside several men sat around a table drinking and playing cards. One of them got up and came over when Sean entered the bar.

"You