The Double Agent

It had been weeks since jacob martin had heard from winfry or isa. Depression was sinking his ship. He hadn’t realized how attached he had become to their quirky charm. That was unexpected. You see, jacob, above all things, was lonely and used to it. He knew it, probably even took pride in it. And yet, hardly anyone suspected jacob of loneliness because he was never alone. He had his herd of friends. Wherever he went, there was sure to be someone keeping him… well company isn’t the right word. Few people actually kept jacob martin company. In spite of the apparent bubbliness of his interpersonal interactions, underneath it all there was something distant about almost all of his relationships. For starters, even though he knew practically everything about everyone, no one knew anything about him. Also, there was something very strange, that only people like isa picked up on, about his interest in other people. Not that his interest was superficial or disingenuine but there was something oddly selfish about it. So it’s fair to say, with winfry and isa out of the picture, jacob martin’s social appetite, which was normally famished, was now starved.

It was too bad they hadn’t been able to stay. isa. She was something entirely else. How did winfry get so lucky? Not that he would consider marrying her – a family wouldn’t suit him at all – but a nice affair… Yes, an affair. It would have been so pleasantly dramatic. But that reality was lost. Gone for good. So why all the nostalgia? It wasn’t helping and he had plans to carry out. And why was he feeling things in the first place. He rarely really, really felt things. He didn’t feel emotions, he knew them. He needed to snap out of it!

The phone rang, startling him out of his blue funk.

“jacob, jacob, are you there?” The voice came through rushed and nervous.

“Yes, derek?”

“Thank God you’re ok jacob. anne and daniela just got arrested. They were waiting for them to enter the office. marques was telling me but then he started screaming and the line went dead… They knew we were coming, jacob, they knew it! There’s a snitch in the resistance. Who knows how much they know. What’s going to happen to us, jacob? What are we going to do?”

“Nothing,” jacob’s voice was dry as chalk, “we’re not going to do anything derek.”

“What?”

“This was all part of the plan. I suspect they are coming for you now. In fact, I’m surprised they aren’t there y..”

A scream interrupted jacob and the line went dead.