The spy who blamed me: a tale from the murky depths of SA madness
There was no one better for the job than Blob, one of the few agents in the SA State Security Agency to be rated double-0: licensed to kill time
James Blob knocked on the dark mahogany door and pushed it open. M looked up from his game of Candy Crush with a look of mild relief.
“Ah, 007,” he barked. “Thank God. This game really sucks you in. Heavens, look at the time.”
Blob shrugged and took a cigarette out of the silver case he kept in his breast pocket. It was the job, and there was no one better at the job than Blob, one of just an elite handful of agents in the SA State Security Agency to be rated double-0: licensed to kill time...