Short Story Of The CIA: A Narrative Fiction

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January 5th 2020. The morning was cold and grey as usual, the sound of honking cars and construction working was on into his ears. He walked out of his apartment with a cup of coffee and kissed his wife goodbye. The roads were jammed like usual, the loud cars and klanging noise in Jack’s ears made it hard to hear his own thoughts . Jack smiled had the good idea of taking his umbrella as it started to rain. He walked into the station and checked in with the small badge on his chest and took off his coat gazing at the dozen of men and women on edge gazing at the clock anticipating on the next crime. Old man max walked towards Jack“Hey Jack, looks like today is a slow day’’, Max said as he sat in the chair leaned on the wall. Nodding his head and sipping his coffee Jack looked at Max“We both know that’s not true”, he gently said walking away his booming deep voice silencing the room. Today he walked into his tiny office drinking his coffee instead of sitting in the kitchen. He could obviously hear co workers talking about him. “Is it true he can’t lie “, someone said. “Yeah he is a open book that’s why …show more content…

Because of this massive bust Jack got promoted to chief of police, but declined because he got a job offer from the CIA. Alex got buried right in besides his mother. The day of the funeral it was the only day it wasn’t overcast. Jack and his wife set flowers on their graves, his wife went back to the car but Jack stayed. He pulled out a old white and blue hat and a baseball, he remembered when the brother’s parents took them to a baseball game. A pop fly was coming towards them, Alex flinched and closed his eyes when it got close but Jack took his hat off and caught the ball inches away from Alex’s head. Jack gave him the ball and the hat after the game. They searched the warehouse and saw that inside. Jack nailed down a plastic cover on the flowers, hat and baseball to the casket before it touch the