The CIA agent




The CIA agent looked around. He knew that the KGB new who he was and he was
trying to sneak out of the Soviet Block. He was almost home free. Suddenly,
there was a woman in front of him. She wore a dark trench coat and a fedora.
Under her hat, even in the poor street light, he could see that she had red
hair.

She had apparently come from no where. He knew that the closest KGB agents
were at least 100 meters behind him and most civilians would have long gone to
bed.

"Do not move. You are under arrest", she said in a sexy Russian accent. From
inside his own trench coat, he pulled a large caliber revolver. Confidently,
the young woman said, "Do not resist arrest, it will just be harder for you".
In spite of the fact that he had a large pistol pointed right at her, her
confidence did not seem diminished in the least. Her hands were in her
pockets.

He said, "Take your hands out of your pockets, slowly". She complied. Her
hands appeared to be empty.

"Give me your weapon and turn around against the wall". He laughed, "Put your
hands up, honey." Suddenly, his right hand was on fire and she had his gun. He
never saw her move.

"Now turn around and put your hands against the wall", she commanded.

"But my fingers, they're broken! he cried.

"I do not care. If you wish to live, you will do everything I say." He stared
at her.

"This toy would not have done you much good." She put the muzzle in her mouth
and pulled the trigger. Then she pulled the gun from her mouth and blew
gunpowder smoke in his face.

"Y' you're like Superman."

"Do you think so?" she said, smiling. "Now, turn around and put your hands on
the wall." Defeated, he did as he was told, wincing as he put his hands on the
concrete wall. Soon he heard foot steps.

"You will be a good little boy and go quietly with these officers. I will see
you later in Lubyanka during your questioning."