FBI Agents Stan Beeman and Dennis Aderholt stood fifty yards away with their eyes fixated on a man sitting on the park bench. Forty-five minutes and nobody had met with him. This was it – the day they would finally find the mole in the department who has been giving classified information to terrorists.
There was a loud beep and the man suddenly got up and started walking fast. Stan dashed towards him with his gun drawn. The man turned back while reaching into his coat for something.
“PUT YOUR HANDS UP! DO IT! NOW!” – the man continued to reach ignoring Stan’s yell. There was a loud boom followed by two gun shots.
Dennis ran past Stan and checked his pulse. The man was dead with a phone in his hand. Stan inspected the park bench. A mini explosion had blown out a wooden plank along with a USB flash drive which was attached to it with duct tape.
Stan had his palm on his forehead – “Shit! This was a dead drop. Looks like we missed our mole” – he said, still panting.
Dennis looked up. “Bad news. His phone was shot when you shot him. We may not get any evidence out of it.”
Stan felt blood draining from his face as he contemplated going to jail.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers