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It had been a curious way of receiving a job offer. Most people didn’t know, but carrier pigeons had once been used to transmit secret messages as well as mundane ones. So when a small bird arrived Sunday morning, pecking insistently against the glass after Layla’s recent bender, she took notice.
“What the-” Layla was stunned momentarily into silence. One of her friends in MI6 must’ve done this as a joke - or a warning. Opening the window, the bird hopped in, letting Layla grab it and untie the small package. As soon as she released the string, it flew off with an indignant squawk.
We’ve noticed your skills are going unused. You would be eminently qualified for a recent opening in our organization.
An address and meeting time were listed below.
Layla’s eyes narrowed, and she casually looked out her window. Whoever this was, they were probably observing her right now. Her location was compromised, and this letter might as well have been a threat in the way it was delivered. She would have to have a chat with her supervisor about this later. For right now, she might as well go and see who was taking such pains to contact her this way. She closed the window, drawing down the blind.
Letter in pocket, she strapped on her ankle holster and concealed carry shoulder holster, throwing on her jacket with ease.
This had better be worth it.
She was at the address - some sort of ritzy townhome in downtown Brussels. She was a half hour early, like normally was with things of this nature. Knocking on the door, her eyes flickered around as she took in the security layout of the building. Hopefully whoever answered the door could give answers of their own.
