Donovan got back to his car. He turned on the small red ‘phone.
He watched the traffic. Nothing suspicious.
The screen blinked. He clicked through the menus to the ‘Music’ folder.
Strange. Usually there was just a recorded message from The Office with details of the target.
Instead there were music tracks. He scrolled through the list: Justin Bieber; Beyonce and someone called Harry Styles.
Something wasn’t right.
10 a.m. at the airport café, corner table, red ‘phone. He had been a couple of minutes late. The ‘phone had been tucked down the side of the seat, instead of sitting on the table as usual.
He clicked play on the first track. Unbearable pop music filled the car.
Protocol had been compromised.
Donovan got out the car and walked away.
Daisy sat on the aeroplane. Mum and Dad were sitting in front. It was a blow to lose her music collection.
How had they done it? It had only been a minute before she had realised she had left her ‘phone in the café, gone back and picked it up from the table.
Even at thirteen, she knew she was destined for something special. A glamorous assassin, she smiled, just like in the movies.
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