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Conspiracy of None
"You got my message then." It wasn't so much a question as a statement.
"Uh, yes, I got it, you stuck it with gum to the underside of my fridge and told me the cat was trapped under there. When I knocked the whole thing to one side it said 'Usual time, usual place' and I've spent the past two days visiting everywhere I've ever seen you before. We don't have a usual time or usual place." I scratched at my head in puzzlement.
"Inconsequential, you're here now. Are you ready to fulfil your part?"
"My part in what?"
"I like it... hear no evil, speak no evil. All very hush-hush. Yes, I agree... I have no idea what it is that we're about to attempt. Wink, wink." He winked repeatedly at me.
"Do you have something in your eye?"
"No, no... no optical implants here. Okay, you've memorised the floorplan?"
"The floorplan?"
"And the circuit boards for the alarm."
"The alarm?"
"I'm still concerned about the potential presence of moles within the organisation." He looked around shiftily.
"Moles?!"
"Ah, so you're concerned too." His eyes widened with surprise.
"What do moles have to do with anything?"
"That will be my very first question when we finally meet the enemy."
"Are we talking about the little furry things with snuffly snouts and sharp claws, very bad eyesight, those fellows?"
"Obfuscation. I can see that you're a master at this. Maybe one day I'll be taking my orders from you."
"I really haven't the first clue what you're on about."
"As it should be. As it should be... until next time Resistance Brother. England shall prevail!"
"Yes, um, indeed, prevailing, very good."
Jul. 6.2005