Agent Dune
Charlie scales the rope hanging from the skylight of his target’s mansion and slips out, gently replacing and sealing the domed covering.
Bugs successfully planted in international smuggler Duke Ducey’s home. He had to rush back from his personal jaunt to Tucson to obey these orders.
Quiet as a cat, he slips over the edge of the roof, hangs from his hands, and throws his body away from the house, over the seven-foot metal fence. Landing noiselessly in a deep squat, he pulls up the black mask that covered his pale skin and stays in the shadows as he walks swiftly up the block to where he parked a car under cover of some bushes.
He calls his handler as he drives away. “It’s done. Feed should be live. Check it.”
“Already on it,” Agent Ann Gray sings, the clack of her fingers f
