THE CITRUS AFFAIR
A bitter-sweet tale of hi-tech espionage.

By Adriana Borra

Chapter Seven

"Who was the other woman then, for the Deafs' sake?" Hildegard signed to G.G.

"Sorry, I'm really, really sorry, but I just couldn't get the accent."

"You son-of-a-hearing-mother!"

Anyone else would have had a punch in the face from him by now. But Hildegard was one of the founding members of IDP (International Deaf Power). Don't even dare to disagree with her choice of perfume.

"What's your problem anyway? We know that YES is our man. And that his plans are simple enough: sell it for the highest price. It all works through an online auction for British beef."

"Clever buggers. Only a few prime tories would turn up there to make a bid. But why do they wait for so long?"

"You still don't get it, do you? They are after the French."

"The French? Mon dieu! But why?"

"Easy. Basically, they've got the same aim in mind. The French want to see Europe's culture clean and tidy, and YES wants Europe to go down with all hands."

Keith Stilton activated his wheelchair saw blades left and right. Doorways not big enough, then help yourself. This one thankfully wooden presented fewer problems than most, wood chips flew everywhere as re rolled into the front hall of a white-bricked mansion, a white-bricked mansion that acted as a top secret nuclear bunker and as the despised headquarters of Dr. YES.

Agent Clementine and Agent Orange had finally agreed. To what? One can only guess...

CHAPTER EIGHT

Adriana works as a translator and can be contacted at aborra@ithaca.edu