It Started With A Kiss

Written by:  Ryan Holmes

John Gullman walked Oxford Street, trying not to look like an American, as he recalled.  The weather was brisk when she pushed him against a storefront window, kissing him hard.  Suits racing by convinced him to play along.  Dainty features, raven hair, and dominating persona didn’t hurt either.  Accepting the weapon she thrust at him was another matter.

Sitting in his cubicle, a Georgia Tech engineering degree hanging on the wall, John reflected on the memory with a smile.  “Being recruited into MI6,” he told his coworker.

“Why?” asked Chip.

Retelling the story, John slipped back to London.

“What’s this?” he asked, holding a black crystal.

Incapacitating a third suit, Angela replied, “It’s a refractive energy absorbing meta-material.  He calls it a Reamer.”

“Who’s he?”  John put the crystal away, depositing the gunmen inside a small changing room on top of his companions.  They all wore dress boots, he noted.  Angela was stripped down to her undergarments.

Catching John ogling, she smirked, “The inventor, Carl Lindman.”  Pulling on jeans, she indicated, “These are his men.”

John changed clothes, feeling uncomfortable, as Angela stared openly.  “You stole it?”

Angela caressed his face, color blossoming under her touch, “Lindman created an artificial black hole.  In the wrong hands, it’s a powerful weapon.”  She gave him a soft kiss, “MI6 doesn’t approve.”

“In responsible hands, this solves the energy crisis.”

“I couldn’t think of more perfect hands,” she said, placing them behind her as she buttoned his shirt.  “Tonight, we enjoy London.  Tomorrow morning, we’ll hand the Reamer over to my contact.”

John omitted that night’s details, telling Chip, “Tomorrow morning didn’t go as planned.”

“I appreciate Lindman’s nobility.”

“Free energy, great, but at what risk?” he told Angela, running for the harbor.

Thinking Oxford shoes odd, John’s right hook dropped the suit barring their way, “We made it to the pier!”  Helping Angela aboard a powerboat, John turned to find six suits behind him, “Go!” he screamed, tossing the crystal.

Pulling away, Angela called, “Forgive me, John!”

Spinning, he launched himself at the suits and was quickly subdued.  “I’m MI6!” he shouted.

“No, Mr. Gullman, we’re MI6,” replied a suit.

John noticed more Oxford shoes.  He watched a man exit the boat’s cabin, “Then that’s?”

“Mr. Lindman,” answered the suit.

“No!” said Chip.

“In the end, I got my ass kicked and my heart broken, but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“But, you didn’t tell me how you got recruited into MI6?”

“Well, it started with a kiss.”