A British Spy 3

"Blink once if you know someone is a spy," Francis asserted.
"Yes," Gabriel answered.
"Where are we?" asked Gabriel.
"Montana."
"When was I flown to Montana?"
"While you were sleeping."
"Do they usually fly potential candidates to Montana?"
"Those who have been retired."
"Retired? I have been retired?"
"So far as the CIA knows. I retired you."
"Did they ask you to retire me?"
"I couldn't."
"Was it a matter of trust?"
"A bit of both."

Gabriel looked into Francis' eyes. They were brilliant kaleidoscopes.

"You must have complete control over your body. Turn your body to stone. Imagine you are a statue when you think a Chinese or Russian spy is trying to kill you."
"No more North Korean Spies."
"No more. I asked specifically for you not to engage in those operations."
"Is Cassandra related to you?"
"Yes. She is my sister."
"It's nice to have connections."
"Let us continue. If you are wearing sunglasses, I'll assume your cover is blown."
"What is my cover?"
"You are to seduce and kill Chinese and Russian spies."
"Like Trisha."
"Yes, like Trisha."
"I can't seduce women."
"You are much more charming than you assume."
"I hate women."
"That's the secret of your charm. Your disdain and low regard for women."
"That's fucking twisted."
"So is life."

Gabriel kissed Francis. He felt like he was in heaven. He was to be killed off by Trisha and by Francis and Francis refused. That was heaven.

"Francis, you're so fucking God awfully beautiful. What did I do to deserve you?"
"You're eroticizing me."
"You are erotic."
"Only with you."
"You're killing me."

He wanted to take her clothes off and make long, continuous love to her but he didn't. It was more beautiful just to be with her.

"Don't idolize me, Gabriel."

His body felt different. He felt illuminated like a bodhissattva.