“No, Herr Kauffman, I am hopefully here to save you. But can we first start with you letting me in!”
And it was then that Agent Scorpius knew that things had gone very badly wrong indeed, with his career in espionage.
* * *
Scorpius sat at the wooden kitchen table, the heat from the cooker toasting his back, nursing his mug of tea. He was pondering the gravity of his situation whilst Gorilla quickly sauntered around the ground floor, checking if windows and doors were locked and covered. The Remington lay at an angle on the table, extra shotgun cartridges lined up next to it.
“So you are a spy, Herr Jack?” said Scorpius.
“Gorilla.”
“Pardon?”
“You call me Gorilla. It's a nickname. Better than using real names.”
Scorpius raised an eye at that. The espionage business was unusual, to s
