North Korea Undercover: A ProjMos Adventure

By Sharela Koch

When Tom started work at ProjMos, a top-secret, non-governmental organization, he left memories of his old self behind; his friends, family, and his past life. With a new identity and a professional cover as an analyst, Tom was amped and prepared for his first mission as a spy, giving him a new perspective on life. The trip will take him through the most oppressive state of our time: North Korea! But little does Tom know, he’s not the only one with a delicate secret on this highly covert mission.

 

The book is part 2 of the series “ProjMos-Adventure”. In this series, all the stories interweave. However, you can read the books separately and out of order.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Jan 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9783755402350

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When Tom started work at ProjMos, a top-secret, non-governmental organization, he left memories of his old self behind; his friends, family, and his past life. With a new identity and a professional cover as an analyst, Tom was amped and prepared for his first mission as a spy, giving him a new perspective on life. The trip will take him through the most oppressive state of our time: North Korea! But little does Tom know, he’s not the only one with a delicate secret on this highly covert mission.

The book is part 2 of the series ProjMos-Adventure. In this series, all the stories interweave. However, you can read the books separately and out of order.

Chapter 1

Out of all times to be intrenched into rush hour traffic. Why call it TRAFFIC at all? In stop and go movement, he crept through the city. His car stalled a lot more than it drove. A shame for his 180 horses under the hood. He looked nervously at the glowing digital clock on his dashboard. It displayed in orange digits: 18:55. Five minutes until the church service began. He didn't want to be late. He generally hated being unpunctual. Especially when it was himself, who was late.

I only have two months to get everything ready, he thought.

Two months sounded like an eternity. But he knew he had no leeway for dawdling. He couldn't afford too make any mistakes. Everything had to be planned down to the finest detail. There was no room for error. That would be fatal. That is why he now also went to church on weekdays, not just on Sundays.

A little extra help from above can't hurt this risky plan.

It doesn't get any greener. Finally step on the gas!, Tom scolded angrily punched it and drummed his fingers on his steering wheel.

At last, the old lady, four cars ahead had put into the right gear and jerked off. Tom hoped to make it through the intersection this time. He took a deep breath and turned on the indicator. He nervously saw the light above him turn yellow.

That's okay; he thought and pressed his right foot on the accelerator while his fingers were drumming on the handlebars.

Rumble. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a green ball smack hard against his passenger window. Then it rattled. Horrified, Tom stomped on the brakes. Today wasn't his day.

Fuck cyclists.

He swung open the door.

Tom hadn't seen the cyclist in the blind spot.

Or had he forgotten to look around? Passers-by turned to look at the fallen person.

He jumped out of his Audi and came to help the stranger.

I'm so sorry. I really hadn't seen you. Are you okay?

He could forget today's church service now anyway. Why had he left so late?

The woman with the olive-green bicycle helmet stood up, staggering, and grimaced.

Today is probably not my day!

She said with a shrug and brushed the dust from her pants. Then she forced a grin:

I'm fine. I'm still whole.

She wanted to bend down for her bike, but Tom hurried up and got ahead of her. He looked at her fingers. They trembled with shock.

Honestly. I am so sorry.

I think the bike is still whole. And so am I. We both had a guardian angel, didn’t we?

A stone relieved Tom.

Let me make it up to you. May I invite you for coffee as an excuse?

He asked out of politeness. He secretly hoped she would refuse. The first cars began to honk behind him. The woman stared down. At her hands and legs. They were shaking like pudding.

A little pause to calm down can't hurt, she said and nodded. Then she pointed to the popular café two doors down.

Right there?

I'm just parking my car quickly, Tom said.

He swung himself into the Audi and made way for the following traffic. Now that's what he got from his stupid agitation. He was very lucky that nothing worse had happened. He knew that for sure. Suddenly he was no longer in a hurry. Now his plans for tonight were crashed anyway. In contrition, he entered the café in which the stranger had already taken a seat.

My name is Tom, he introduced himself and sat down.

Order what you want. I’ll pay., he said contrite and forced a smile.

I'm Lisa, the cyclist introduced herself and reached for the menu.

You could still clearly see her shock. She wasn't in control of her hand yet. The pages of the menu wobbled back and forth. She would have loved to jump up and cycle home as quickly as possible. A warm bathtub would have relaxed her far more than the forced enjoyment of coffee. But she saw serious remorse in the eyes of her counterpart. Pretty eyes. Watchful eyes, with a lot of depth lurking behind them. So she didn't want to refuse him the invitation in reparation.

This guy certainly had imagined his Friday evening differently as well.

And what was she missing at home? The warm bathtub and the sofa in her one-room apartment did not run away. She sighed and forced a smile. Lisa watched the man curiously. His broad shoulders indicated that he exercised regularly. While ordering a cup of coffee, she thought:

Not like I usually do. If only I had stayed on the couch today, as usual. Under normal circumstances, the guy would certainly not have looked at me at all. I know he is out of my league...

She pulled in her stomach and sat up straight. Then she thought:

It doesn't matter why he drinks coffee with me. The fact is that he has a coffee with me here and now. The guy is really a smooth 10. If my friends would see me here with him ... Maybe I'll be lucky after all?

So, Tom, what else do you do when you're not pulling girls off their bikes? She asked with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

If she can be so naughty, she can't feel so bad anymore.

He wondered half relieved, half offended about that. Was her question about his job or his free time?

He decided to act like the open and jovial Tom. He had practiced that many times in the past two years. I'm an editor and work at ‘Beck’, the publishing house. How about you?

Right. Always play the ball back. Then you need to speak less about yourself.

Really? You really work for a publisher? That's really exciting. I also do enjoy reading.

Her eyes gleamed. She seemed to like his answer. He saw no reason to explain