I hope you are not too distressed to receive this letter, though I suspect you are. Point of fact, I hope you are. You must’ve thought we’d forgotten all about you. You must’ve believed that you could make a go of it, a new life in this icy beach town.
I don’t blame you for what happened, for the fall. Though for a while, that was all that anybody in the agency could talk about – A noobie, lost on her first trip abroad.
Don’t worry, I do not expect you to come back. You see, Our organizational tentacles have extended so far and so fast, that we find ourselves in the need for field agent in Sylt.
Which is where you come in.
Remember that your (new) life hangs by a thread. Respond as you will. Know that you are under observation.
Who is this?
Oh Miss Kasa (Let me keep up the pretense, and not call you by your name, your real name)
Did you really think you could escape from the FSB. We knew where you were the whole time. Here’s a tip. Don’t send letters home if you are hiding. Not even to mama.
So do us both a favor; quit the charade.
I don’t know who you are. Leave me alone, or I’ll loop in HR.
Miss Lucasi (See I remembered!)
I will not leave you alone. You do not have the right to ask that of me. You were my charge.
By the way, what kind of name is Kasa? What does it mean? Did you choose it? How could you choose such a mediocre name over one that meant ‘The light of life’?
When we broke in into your room (that rented wreck you subsist in), we searched high and low for some identifying papers, something with alias ‘Kasa’, and guess what, we found nothing. But we did find ‘Lucasi’ every where, from the tea cosy (did mama buy you that?), to the name imprinted in glitter in your diary, to the many letters hidden behind the cupboard.
In case, you don’t believe me, we took a few of the letters with us.
Face it. You are one of us. You always were. This illusion you’ve concocted fools nobody.
PS : We might just show those letters to Mama. Might just break her broken heart.
Seriously. I don’t know what you are talking about. Besides, I live with my mother, and she is always disappointed.
Quit the Charade, or you will regret it. For now, all we need is for you to say yes.
I suppose it always comes to money. We know you have nothing in the your DB54422342 account. We also know that you’ve got barely 3.200 euros in DB133214231. That could become 32.000 or 0, based on what you do.
Alright. You’ve got me curious. What do I have to do?
Oh Miss Lucasi,
Was that what it took? a bribe? I am actually insulted.
Do you know how many agents want your head? Do you know what it costs me to keep you alive? No. I doubt that. I could’ve been Control by now. But your damned escapade stopped all that.
The thing I keep asking myself is that – Are you really worth all this trouble?
By the by, our agents did see you wearing that red-coat walking by the Old man’s statue, last Sunday at 4. Who was that boy with you? And does he know what you are?
He will, if you don’t give us what we want.
Oh, all the boys already know what I am. :).
Which is why they hang around me. Like puppies.
Treacherous little princess,
Do you think I don’t see what you are trying to do? You want me to reveal myself. No. I don’t think so. Your obsequity doesn’t faze me.
Here’s what we want from you. We want your boyfriend Ajax. That is all we want. He is the F22 avionics guy for NATO. Bring him to the statue.
PS : You really should’ve asked what your boyfriend does, before seducing him.
No. Not Ajay. No! I’d rather die!
PS : You may have misspelled Ajay.
You think that death will release you? Think again. Your boyfriend is all we care about. The fact that you were involved with him stains him. If you choose death, we will out him. We will ensure his humiliation. On TV. His parents will disown him. We will break him. We will make him pay with his life, with his own hand.
On the other hand, if you chose to co-operate, you will have what you’ve long desired. You will get to stay here, with Ajax. Don’t worry, the man’s a patsy, if ever there was one. You won’t have any difficulty getting him to pop the question.
You will even get a job with that fancy ExIm firm, where you will receive a regular increments and irregular promotions, whether you work or not.
And every now and then, you will give us his laptop password.
Alright. I think I know who this is. It’s Sanjay, isn’t it? Nobody is as dramatic as you. Well I have to go home for Diwali. Won’t be able to keep up the charade. No WIFI at home.
Wait. Don’t you live in Sylt in Northern Germany? Why are you writing about India?
I looked at the logs and I think I understand now. It seems I misspelt her email. It ends with an s not z.
Damn you, though. You could’ve told me. Now, Control is going to murder me. I’d promised him Ajax in the last review.
Well, goodbye Arutz. It was fun while it lasted. I even thought I was winning.
Oh, and in case you were wondering. The real Miss Aruts is nowhere to be found.
I wonder how she knew.