hedgehog

Where am I? Who am I working for? These are the questions I have to ask myself when I wake up, like now. I think I am in Spookwoods working for Spynook dozing as I prepare my report. So what is my report about? Where was I before? As a double agent I sometimes find it difficult to keep my roles separate. When I get tired I get confused and this could put me at risk. In Spynook it does not matter so much because we are spies among spies just spying on one another off the record. Of course you still have to watch your back however well protected you might think you are. Most of us do little jobs here though I am not exactly one of the insiders. With my reputation hardly anyone is going to trust me so I am marginal. Same with Spycat. No one trusts him but he is good at surveillance. My front job is in a different setup ; I work undercover in an office which is a converted dog kennel, really comfortable. I got the job there by accident because I turned up . I do reports for Spynook about what goes on but I cannot make sense of what they are playing at. They keep changing things and reinventing themselves At first they seemed to be some kind of consultancy but now they want to be something else but are not sure what. They go to social events to network and turn themselves into a business to suit the potential client; you want a photographer, they do photography, you need a wildlife gardener, they do that, live music for your art exhibition, their pianist plays a medley of blues and Baroque for beginners. They dump the paperwork in the kennel for me to sort out on the computer. Then I do these Top Secret reports on them so Spynook appears to be monitoring a prestigious organization with global connections and our spymasters use it to sex up their reports. They want me to keep a lookout for dodgy rich Russians but I am bit wary of getting involved with anything to do with Russians. When they were under the Soviet regime some of them might have been cultured and educated and there was more freedom, now they seem vulgar, boring and dangerous. The decent ones who try to speak out get bumped off by the security services who control everything. Not that I am objecting or criticising because it is none of my business and I don't want to get involved, not with Russians nor with Islamic extremists nor with Americans invading everywhere and outsourcing torture operations. I just want to get on with doing my job spying on fairly harmless creatures who are just trying to get themselves a living as best they can.

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