The Lispot Betrayal
The Lispot Betrayal
By Dana Devries
Dressed in a dark blue jogging suit and listening to a compact disk player, Michael Lispot sat at his desk sweating heavily. He typed rapidly on the computer keyboard and furtively glanced around to see if anyone was paying any attention to him. The office was almost empty on Saturday mornings and for right now, no one could see into his cubicle. He reached out and pressed the eject button twice on the compact disk player. A digital display on the cd player began to count the seconds off as a slot on the cd player opened. Moving quickly, Michael tapped the eject button on his computer’s cd-rom. It had taken weeks to get it changed out to a writable drive without anyone noticing, but that had been the easiest part of this assignment. Rigging up the CD player to jam the security cameras for a thirty second window had been much more difficult. Taking the disk from the computer, he slipped it into the cd player and closed it all up. Twenty five seconds.
With a sigh of relief, he closed up the files he’d been working on and picked up the cd player. Walking towards the elevator, he smiled at Jane and Bob. Working on Saturdays to get ahead when all you really needed to do was make the right connections. Then a few simple transactions and you had enough money to last you a lifetime. Two million dollars. He smiled even broader at the thought as the elevator opened up. Within seconds he was passing through the security checkpoint. They opened up the CD player, but didn’t discover the second compartment where his rewritable disk was kept. Even if they had, the information was stored on a Jezebel CD. They’d never find it. The security guard nodded to him and said, “Have a nice weekend, Mr. Lispot.” He was home free.
Stepping into the street, his cell phone rang. He began jogging down the street, pulled out his phone and answered cooly. “Michael Lispot.” The voice was unfamiliar, low and cold.
“I know. Michael Lispot. Central Intelligence Agency. Employed for twelve years. Quit smoking two years ago. Hobbies include riding and heraldry. And a traitor to his country.”
“What? Who is this?”
“I know who you are. I know what you’re doing right now. In your dark blue jogging suit and carrying a disk with enough secrets to cripple the intelligence gathering capabilities of the CIA in Africa. You’re under arrest for espionage and treason.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Several blocks away, Lispot spotted two police cars turning towards the Omicron Plaza. Glancing behind him, he saw several more approaching. He casually turned to his right and entered the park. He clicked the phone’s power button. Once in the park, he raced across it, pausing only long enough to toss the phone into a trashcan. He heard the police cars turn their sirens on and screech to a halt behind him. Lispot turned into a wooded section and continued running until he came out of the park on the far side. Stepping into the street he waved frantically for half a minute until a taxi stopped to pick him him.
He leapt into the back seat of the taxi and the driver muttered something unintelligible. Thinking frantically, Lispot shouted, “Just go. Uh, uptown. To Franklin and Jackson.” The taxi pulled away from the curb and slowly merged into the uptown traffic. The sounds of the sirens behind him cutting off made Lispot jump. “Faster, you idiot.”
“I think we’re going fast enough. Don’t you, Lispot?” The voice was the same one from his phone.
“What do you want?” He whipped his head around to look at the driver. A tall, blonde woman with no noticible accent wearing an old battered black leather jacket. Pretty in a forgettable way.
“World peace. But you in a jail for the rest of your stinking life will be a good start.”
“Enough games, blondie. Who do you work for and what do you think you know?”
“I work for the government. Same as you. Difference is that I’m working for our government while you’re working for someone else’s. We knew someone had been selling secrets to them for a while. But we finally caught you doing it. You’ve got enough secrets on that disk to put you away for the rest of your life.”
“It’s just a music disk! I would never sell out my government!” Lispot tried to sound convincing, but his voice sounded desperate to his own ears.
“Jamming the cameras was a nice touch. But this time we were ready. We had the camera frequency changed and caught the whole thing on tape. It’s too late for you. We’ve got you. You could help us catch the people you report to and maybe I could recommend some clemency...”
The taxi dissolved into a red haze around Lispot as he considered the woman’s words. Words he’d used himself on criminals who weren’t big enough to bust. But the only thing those kind of criminals ever got was a stay of execution. It always caught up with them in the end. His future dissolved beneath the red and he took a deep breath. He leaned forward and asked, “Can you guarantee my safety?”
The woman gave a condescending smile and answered “Yes.”
He pulled the nine millimeter pistol from the holster on the back of his pants and hissed. “You’re lying.” Taken by surprise, she froze as he clouted her across the forehead. For a single instant, he considered pumping a single round into her head. But he had no silencer handy and the attention he’d draw wasn’t worth the satisfaction of killing her. So he stowed his gun, flicked off the on-duty sign, grabbed the keys and stepped calmly from the taxi. He was only a few blocks away from the Omicron Plaza in a commercial district, but that was alright. His drop site was only a mile away. He ducked into an alley and began moving quickly down the alleyway.
Boxes and trash dumpsters all seemed to hold threatening shadows, but he moved past them with only a small hesitation. He did stop long enough to grab a potato from the top of a trash can. The windows above him seemed to be empty eyes staring at him as he fled. Then the alley jogged to the right. Turning the corner, he found himself standing face to face with a man standing in the center of the alley. His dark grey Italian suit and mediterranean complexion were completely at odds with his surroundings and Lispot automatically drew his pistol. The man smirked. “I deplore a man who feels the need to wave a gun around. Like a penile substitute will solve all of his problems.”
“Maybe not all of them, but it will certainly deal with you.” Lispot rammed the potato upon the pistol. The man in the dark suit ignored the gun and began walking towards him. When he was only ten feet away, Lispot fired a single shot. The potato exploded into mush but muffled the sound to a dull thump. The man spun around and leapt towards him. Lispot saw a blur of motion and felt the foot smash into his hand. The gun flew through the air for a moment and then the man caught it. With a superior smile, he ejected the clip from the pistol and tossed them aside.
“So much for dealing with me. Do you know what we do with traitors? I’ll give you a hint, it doesn’t start with jail.”
Lispot stared at this man who’d dodged a bullet at point blank range and hadn’t even broken a sweat. Then his eyes focused on his gun. Tossed negligently aside without a clip. But it still held one in the chamber. One might be all it took if he could take him by surprise. “What if I help you? That’s what the girl in the taxi was saying. What if I give you the disk?” Lispot reached to his side and unclipped the cd player at his belt.
“It’s all right here.” He punched the eject button twice and the disk tray obediently opened. The agent simply watched as Lispot took out the information. “It’s all right here. We could delete it and substitute false data to the Russians.”
“Of course. You’re a traitor through and through. You betrayed your country already and now you’re ready to sell out your new organization. What makes you think that I would ever trust you to do something like that?”
“Well if you’re so high and mighty, you take it.” Lispot tossed the disk towards the agent and dove towards the gun. The disk bounced off the agent’s fingers and he spun around trying to get a hold of it. That was all the invitation Lispot needed. He fired the pistol’s last bullet into the agent’s back. The agent collapsed. Lispot stalked over to him, grabbed the disk from where it had fallen on the ground and quietly swore. The disk was cracked right down the center. It would be recoverable, but it wouldn’t be easy. Then he heard footsteps coming from behind him. Someone was coming up the alley. No time to finish this buffoon off. He fled down the alley from his pursuit and didn’t even look back when he heard someone shouting behind him.
“Well how did it go Chance?”
The dark suited man stood up and looked down at his garbage stained clothing with a sigh. “Perfect. I made the switch when he went for the gun.”
The blonde haired woman from the taxi shook her head in amazement. “I still say you’re lucky he didn’t go for a head shot when you had your back to him.”
“No. His files indicated that he’s an even worse marksman than me. He took the easier shot for the torso.”
“Worse than you?” The blonde gave a low whistle and smirked. “So he’s got a disk with the wrong information and he knows that he can’t just return to his life. What next?”
“Nothing. He tells his handler that he’s been compromised but the information is good. They’ll probably act on the information after checking on it. Since we’ve given him the names of agents in Africa, they should believe all of the information is accurate. Of course, since the agents aren’t really ours, it won’t really hurt our feelings if they decide to kill all of them.”
“Think about who is buying the information. They don’t deal very well with disappointment. I doubt Lispot will live through dinner. Speaking of dinner, how about Cantonese?” The two exchanged predatory grins and slipped out of the alley.