I knew

I was cleaning up the restaurant, when a cloaked figure came in.
“We are closed, sorry for the inconvenience.”
I said, with my most professional smile, even though I wanted to chuck the water bucket at the individual who came in.
“Chef Matthew?”
The individual asked with a hoarse voice.
“That’s me. But as I said, we are closed, please have a nice day.”
I said.
This man just took off his hat, and sighed.
“I have news about…your wife.”
He said.
I stopped cleaning the counter.
“Please, take a seat.”
I said.
He sat down in front of me, and took our photos and documents.
They were photos of my wife when she was younger.
The documents recorded assumptions that were verified about her life back then.
“Your wife…was and maybe still is…a spy.”
He said.
I just stood there quietly, wiping a cup clean, over and over again.
Seeing, I was still waiting for something, he continued.
“She was an organizations only successful experiment.
She gained…extraordinary abilities, we don’t know for sure how to identify…
He started.
“We? Who is this “we” you are talking about?”
I interrupted.
“That doesn’t matter to you, really.
As I was saying, your wife is an ex-spy with extraordinary abilities.
She has under her name many, many successful missions.”
He said.
“Like stealing secret documents, sabotaging experiments, killing important people and so on?”
I asked, rolling me eyes.
We tied her trails to 4 break-ins in secret bases, 9 hits on convoys to laboratories and different camps, and a staggering 41 murders of important personnel.
All this across 14 countries!”
He said, for a reason, enthusiastically.
I sighed.
I raised my eyebrow.
He chocked a bit.
Coughing, he looked at me seriously, even going out of the way to “accidentally” show his gun.
So cliché…
“We would like your help in order to…
Get close to her.”
He said with a smile, but then, he must’ve gotten a message from someone through his earpiece, since he jumped to his feet, and angrily looked at me.
“You…you knew!”
He exclaimed.
I chuckled.
“I knew so what?
She told me during our pillow talk on our first night together.
It was hard to believe, but she proved herself.”
I said, shrugging.
“I could just take you in, and use you to get her come to us…”
He murmured.
“I hope you try, I’ve been itching to do something…more interesting.”
My wife said from behind him.
The man jumped away, scared silly.
My wife just came behind the counter, and kissed me.
“You can just swat them honey, these flies are annoying.”
She said.
I shook my head.
“We are happy now, let’s not mess it up with them.
They won’t dare to force our hands, since they barely know your abilities.”
I said, patting her head.
“Nor do they know yours…”
She giggled.
I nodded.
It wasn’t easy to become a proper chef, and it wasn’t easy to grow up in a family like mine…
Now, I have my own family to take care of, and we are happy and I…
I won’t let anyone mess this up for me…for us…
 We finished cleaning, and closed the restaurant, before going home.
Life shall be a bit more interesting from now, but I hope and doubt that it will be anything too extreme…
Anyway we are prepared.

Published by omnithenerva

Wannabe fiction writer. In love with mythology, and fantasy themes.

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