Mr Baker made three more data downloads for the Russians

He told them he was worried that internal audits would soon catch him

They laughed at him and replied we will let you know when its over

This B movie is running far too long he thought to himself

Mr. Baker told his secretary he was going out for a late lunch

He waited at the corner and a black limousine pulled up

Good afternoon sir said the smartly dressed driver 

Soon the car entered the MI6 underground parking garage

Mr. Baker scanned his fingerprints at security and put his gun in a locker

He took the elevator directly to the top floor and entered an office

With a beaming smile he said you look as beautiful as ever Miss Rose

The aging secretary blushed and replied he is waiting for you

Good morning Commander said Mr. Baker its good to see you again

They shook hands as the commander reached for the single malt

Time for a quick celebration Baker before I go to brief the PM

You did a Brilliant job Baker we just picked up the entire gang 

Their fake British MI6 officer ‘Nigel’ is downstairs in interrogation

Singing like a canary and asking for asylum said the Commander

I almost laughed out loud when Nigel threatened to kill me said Mr Baker

The Russians did a pretty realistic job trying to terrorize me with Nigel’s fake execution

We recovered most of the funds they transferred said the Commander

They were starting to pack up and run when we raided their base

Thankfully we stopped their mission to destroy a large sector of our economy 

Our IT experts put a hidden virus in the last bunch of data you gave them

We got confirmation that its now shutting down multiple KGB systems

It should set their operations back a long time he chuckled while finishing his single malt

One can’t keep the PM waiting Baker so I must dash to number 10 now 

They shook hands and Mr. Baker returned to his office in the limousine

He resumed his sleeper role waiting for his next MI6 assignment

Taking the 8.07 train every morning and reading his paper in the same seat

He attended banking conferences in the far east to raise his profile as a target for fraudsters

A few years later he saw a young Oriental woman sitting in his seat on the train

.……..The end…………or is it?

Mr. Baker looked at the compromising photos

As he downloaded the data the Russians demanded

They picked him up the next day with the same goons

Another black hooded kidnapping

He handed over the memory stick

You did good this time Mr Baker they said

Here is another list of accounts to be downloaded

Now tell us about your meeting with MI6

Mr. Baker looked at the Intimidating handguns on the table

They already had enough data to steal huge sums

Cooperating might keep him alive a bit longer

Giving them full details of his meeting with MI6 was his only option

You made a wise decision to work with us Mr. Baker

MI6 will certainly pick you up again soon

Tell them you were blackmailed into giving us the data

But you had made a duplicate copy for them

Here is the sealed envelope for you to give to MI6

They will try and recruit you as a double agent

You must tell us everything MI6 asks you to do

Failure to follow our orders will be punished by death

Mr. Baker looked the Russian straight in the eye

He could see the man had no soul

The Russian pulled back a curtain revealing a two way mirror

Come take a look at this pathetic creature he said

Mr. Baker saw a figure in a chair next to a table

He had been badly beaten but he recognized the face of Nigel

We had to torture him for days to find out what he said to you

Your version matched his exactly which proved you are not lying to us

The Russian barked an order into an intercom

Mr. Baker watched as Nigel’s head was pushed onto the table

A cushion was put over his head just before the gun fired

Smoke rose from the cushion and blood dripped to the floor

…..To be continued……..

We will contact you soon said the voice on the phone

Then the line went dead

He put the compromising photos in a drawer

Wondering who all these people were

As he walked home from the station that night

Somebody tapped him on the shoulder

Two goons in long overcoats pushed him into a car

The blindfold hood almost suffocated him

He took a huge breath as he was unmasked

Two menacing looking men sat at a table

Talking with thick Russian accents

Worse than a bad B movie he thought to himself

We know you have access to all UK banking information

You will download these account details 

He protested that he could not break company policy 

They handed him a memory stick

Is this some kind if practical joke he asked

One of the men put a gun to his head

We can make it look like you killed yourself

Your grieving wife will be told that you killed a man

Don’t dare talk to anybody about this

You might be interrogated by British Intelligence

Those clowns try to follow us everywhere

Tell them nothing and all will be fine

They gave him detailed instructions before releasing him

The next day he was walking near his office

A car pulled up alongside and the passenger said

Its about your meeting with the Russians please get in

The smartly dressed man in the car did not blindfold him

My name is Nigel and I work for MI6 he said with a pure British accent

Its you patriotic duty to cooperate with us Mr. Baker

Nigel smiled as he whispered If you don’t I will kill you myself 

……..To be continued………………

Mr Baker walked over to the chest freezer

He examined the heavy padlock on the lid

Do you want to look inside said Miss Walters

He looked at her in disbelief and replied hell no

Tell me how all this happened he said firmly

She reached in her bag and handed him a bottle of pills

They were powerful prescription painkillers

He took his own life with these she said

He had been depressed after retiring

Often sleeping downstairs after heavy drinking

One morning I found him dead in the chair

I panicked and put him in the freezer

Why not just report his death he asked

I was afraid of being accused of murder

She began to cry and uttered please help me

He held her in his arms as she sobbed

Let me do some research and figure out a plan he said

She stopped crying and kissed him

He drove home trying to make sense out of all this mess

After hours on the internet he concluded she should just confess

He decided to tell her on Monday over lunch

But she was not on the train that day

He called her cell phone but no answer

She was probably just upset he thought 

Three days later and still no sign of Miss Walters

He sat at his desk wondering if she was alright

While opening his letters and sorting them into piles

A large brown envelope with no markings caught his attention

He pulled out a bunch of printed photographs

A clear image of him entering her house

Close ups of his fingerprints on the pill bottle and padlock

His phone rang and a voice said we can prove you killed him

…………..to be continued……………….