I was to dump her in the deep blue ocean. I ripped the chain from her neck. Guess they didn’t think I would know about the tracking chip, but being a good spy has taught me a few things.
My message – “The seeds are planted in the sand.” – was received. I waited for headquarters to send the confirmation message – “The glass will stay in the rain.”
Job complete, I headed back. I was halfway to shore, turned, and watched a fisherman approaching Buoy #15.
“Well, crap!” I uttered, as their net brought her back to the surface.