Select Intelligence and Logistics Operations (SILO) - Death in Mumbai

 

In the struggle that ensued Mulberry was sent crashing through the veranda window onto the balcony. Lensky, pulling the kebab skewer out of his rib cage followed behind, picking the agent up by the crotch of his trousers and throwing him over the side of the hotel building.

Rupert Mulberry, 23, was a librarian, single, had knowledge in linguistics, and spoke three languages including Russian. A perfect recruit for security services and Rupert was only too happy to oblige. He was assigned to 'listening stations' across Germany and Finland, eavesdropping on Russian conversation using radio technology. At the age of 28, Rupert left the service and married but that didn't last long due to his odd sexual behaviors. He started teaching languages to students in England before being approached by a representative of  Select Intelligence and Logistics Operations, commonly known as 'SILO', a special branch of MI6.

Established in 1979, SILO, a branch of the British security services is answerable only to high government. The organization works closely with MI6 and overseas with the National Security Agency. Its hand-picked recruits are put through a vigorous and exhaustive training program of covert operations of which only a remaining few will be considered field operatives. Rupert Mulberry became one of the few.

Rupert had always wanted to become a secret agent. He hoped he would get a gun. A Glock 18 would be nice. He had trained with small firearms and knew, all things considered in the good spirit of things, that he was ready to shoot someone. 

Signing the official secrets act, Rupert could not discuss his employment with family or friends. Instead, he was issued with a 'cover story.' Rupert Mulberry, 'export tractor salesman.' Enjoying the idea of being someone else he set about his homework and perfected his disguise. He would tell people he sold, globally, heavy tractors; John Deere, New Holland, Preet. In his briefcase was supplied all the subterfuge he required. Updated informative colorful brochures, an invoice book, letter headings, and calling cards that read; 

Dolsen & Hobbs - Amalgamated Farming Machinery - Rupert Mulberry - Sales Representative

            With a contact number at the bottom of the card.

So what went wrong so wrong?

Perhaps his guest, Lensky, just didn't like the egotistical, narcissistic fellow from 'Dolsen & Hobbs'. Maybe it was the fact that he ordered room service speaking in Hindi while entertaining his guest in fluent Russian. Or just maybe, Mulberry knew everything about tractors but couldn't sell shit to Eskimos'. Whatever happened his cover had been compromised and none of the above really mattered anymore as Rupert hurtled, screaming, thirty stories into a Mumbai car park.    

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