Hi WIPpeters! I'm back with a new installment of Agent Ko's story. Actually, this is Ryuk, her handler, speaking about his own days back at the Academy. He's talking about Bo, a gifted violinist who was being trained as a North Korean agent.
Here are five paragraphs since it's the fifth Wednesday of the month.
"Anyway, he stuck it through the Academy. Became a decent fighter, but he was better at things like ciphers and codes. Things that would help him pass intel on when he went to his competitions. Well, they let him go to a convention at some big conservatory in Munich. Figured it would be a good test for him, let him off the tether for a spell. It was his first time out of country. Day off at the Academy came and went, and he wasn’t there to tighten up his bow or tune up his strings, and we just sort of sat around wondering what to do with ourselves. Then he came back, but he was different. He trained just as hard as she had. Maybe even harder. Ran even faster, as if he had something now to prove. His music changed, too. It wasn't just beauty anymore. There was fear. Sometimes even panic. That's how I started to suspect what he was planning.
"I talked to him first. We had been through a lot by then, he and I. We were roommates. Friends. Figured I owed him an explanation before I turned him in, give him a chance to change his mind. 'You're gonna defect,' I says to him, and he trusts me so he doesn’t bother denying. 'You know I'm gonna have to tell them, don't you?' I asked, and he's not mad. We both know he'd have done the same to me if the positions were switched.
"But he asks me one favor. 'Would you wait until next week? I need to play one more time. You understand, don’t you? Because wherever they send me, you know they won’t let me take her. I just need to feel her strings. Tell her good-bye. Make sure she’s packed up safe and snug. You'll do that for me, won't you?'
"And we were pals — once you get through your own training, you know what I mean by that — and so, I agree. 'But one condition,' I says. 'You tell me why. Why throw everything away?' Even then, I was hoping I could talk some sense into him. Hoping I could get him to change his mind. I didn't want to turn him in, you know.
"So Bo says to me, he says, 'Don't think I could explain it to you. But you let me play for you next weekend, and then you'll understand.'"
Random Fact: Bo refers to his violin as a she, but mine was definitely a he. His name was Peter Leonardo.
Blog Love: Huge thanks to K L Schwengel for hosting the WIPpet Wednesday blog hop, where authors post snippets from their current Works In Progress.
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