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porky pig
(and other code names)
I peeked around the corner just in time to see the subject coming my way. I ducked behind the upside down paper that had been resting in my hands for the past five hours while I waited for my subject. It's not like the person would have any idea what I look like or even that he was being watched but it made me feel more important if I had to hide. The man walked on past without even glancing my way. I stood up and attempted to fold the paper. The sound of newspaper rattling filled the now almost empty train station. Concerned I might be spotted I walked quickly into the wall.
Rubbing the sore place on my head and nose, I found the phones, both of them, ( funny, I could've sworn there was only one an hour ago ) and picked up the receiver to call my partner, best friend and reason I joined the FBI, Porky Pig. O.K., so her name isn't Porky Pig, but I can't tell you her real name, we're still on duty. Anyway, I called her and she had been watching from the hotel across the street. She yelled at me and made me feel really bad but then she told me to come to the room so I knew everything was going to be all right.
I stumbled up the stairs to our second story room. She open the door just as I fell through it. She's so thoughtful. There was a knocking sound that I could not for the life of me figure out where it was coming from. The soft knocking quickly became a pounding from outside the room I was in. All of a sudden I was in my bed under the covers and half asleep. I looked around slowly, trying to figure out where I was until my eyes caught the digital clock on the night stand next to my bed. I was late again!
I ran to the door to let my friend inside.
"You'll never guess what I dreamt about!"
"I don't care what you dreamt about. We're going to be late if you don't hurry up."
"Oh, please guess." I said. I smiled because I knew I was getting under her skin.
"No!" She said looking like she was about to kill me. You didn't have to have known her all her life to know what that look meant but I had so I also knew she'd get over it.
"I gonna tell you anyway."
"I never had a doubt in my mind that you wouldn't."
"See, that's what I like about you, you never doubt. Well, that and the fact that you pay for everything."
"Are you going to tell me about your dream or not?"
"Maybe." I knew I was getting to her again, so I told her. "I dreamt about being in the FBI with you and being a bumbling idiot."
"Well, you are that wasn't a dream. You are a bumbling idiot, that is. You should be in the FBI but, unfortunately, I pulled some strings to get you as my partner."
"Unfortunately? Why? What did I do?"
"I haven't been on time since! Now hurry up!"
"Yes, Ms. Drill Serge.!" I said with a fake salute. I grabbed my purse and started out the door.
"You're not going out like that, are you?!?"
"Why not?"
"I can't believe you," she said as she closed the door. And their friendship lived on.