The serpent's trust

He had done it! For three years, he had remained undercover- working close to the dangerous Columbian drug-lord Alfonso ‘The Serpent’. It had cost him all his skill and cunningness to infiltrate The Serpent’s operations. His findings were shocking- even to himself. The Serpent was connected to at least a dozen US senators and many more European politicians.

He had already faxed his infernal findings to his superior at the Interpol. He was the only one he trusted there; for if there was one thing he’d learned in this mission, it was that “trust is a fickle little thing, which is not to be bestowed on everyone”.

He still couldn’t believe that he had fooled The Serpent. Shivers ran down his spine just at the memory of those cold grey eyes. Looking into those eyes and lying through the teeth, were perhaps the highpoints of the mission.

But, the truth was that The Serpent actually trusted him, and only him. Not during any debriefing would he ever tell anyone what ghastly acts he had to commit to win that trust.

During their last meeting, he had requested The Serpent to be granted a jet to the US to visit his ‘ailing father’. Without any ado, The Serpent had provided him with his own private jet. The jet had landed in an unknown hangar in Michigan, and he was there now- waiting in a cabin. He’d be picked up from there by a team from the Interpol. A smile lit up his face. I’ve fooled The Serpent! He used the flush, in the toilet, and the smile on his face disappeared, only to be replaced by mortal shock.

The whirl of the water in the toilet was in the clockwise direction. He was supposed to be in Michigan- a place in the northern hemisphere- where the whirl should be in the counter-clockwise direction!

to be contd...

-Ganja (IV BE PROD)