He bent nonchalantly to fix the strap on her stilettos, slipping the microchip between the sole. They casually resumed dancing along with all the other guests at the ambassador’s party.
Then Ben saw the guard flicker his gaze towards them just for a second. A second was all he needed to realize that they’d been compromised.
He whispered in his partner’s ear and she giggled, her grasp however stiffening. Both turned gracefully and made for the hallway, the exit would already be blocked.
Secluded, their demeanor swiftly transformed, guns appearing almost magically in both their grasps as they raced up the stairs, when a volley of bullets arrested their ascent. Ben heard Sheila give a low cry as she collapsed in his arms.
Don’t let them get away with it.
His wife’s last words as a shattered Ben gave her one last kiss on the forehead, retrieved the chip and escaped.
Not only would he expose his government to the world, he’d put a bullet in the one who’d done the same to Sheila.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers