The radio crackled into life.
"Alpha 9 to base. Alpha 9 to base. We have contact, I repeat, we have contact."
From his vantage point in the alley he continued to watch his quarry. He watched as the man entered the shop, and he tensed. It seemed like hours. Weeks. Yet eventually the man came back out, a package in hand, and the tension was released. The man in the alley grinned, and the radio crackled once more.
"Alpha 9 to base. We have chocolate. I repeat, chocolate."
"Thank you Alpha 9. Now follow your dad home so I can act surprised."
The man chuckled. He had a strange family, but he loved them. |