A Mission in My Mind

EARLY AFTERNOON
Okay. (A breath.  I survey the room before I decide to move again.)
It's safe to put the supplies down now.  (I turn and shut the door, swiftly but in silence.)
My memory had slipped me earlier in this mission and had almost cost me. ( I think back.)


2 HOURS AGO
I can't remember.  What was the number?  It was so crucial!
I can't trust just anyone to help me.  Only a trusted ally can provide me with the information.
I turn to the man in the suit who's running the operation.  Surely I can vest my trust in him.
He slips me the information and I continue.  Time is of the essence, now.
If I arrive back at base too late, I'll be found out.
I find the supplies, make the transaction, load the supplies up, and set out.
An intense scene full of anxiety unfolds on the streets, but I make it back, safe.
Timing is critical now, though.

EARLY AFTERNOON AGAIN
I make it back and begin sorting through the supplies.  I have to hurry!
Just as I begin unloading them, I hear a voice.
I turn to find someone standing behind me.  A familiar face.
I quickly make him an accomplice, and start instructing him what to do.
Just as we're working through the supplies, we hear a knock on the door.
It's too soon!  We had to think quickly!
We began loading them up in our arms, stuffing them down our T-shirts.
We start devising a plan to stash them out back.
We couldn't get caught with the supplies!
But we can't linger any longer and risk looking suspicious.
So I advise my accomplice to play it cool.
He won't be able to see through our lies if we pull it off just right.
I approach the entrance, turn the knob, and pull back the door.
"Hi Jack," I offer, as he stands there with a half-smile on his face.
"It's nice to see you, Jack."  I am stealth.  I am a professional.
"It's a nice day today," my accomplice adds.
He enters in and we continue with the facade.
But then another shows up.
He is just as guilty as us, and just as committed to his mission as us.
So he diverts Jack's attention to our scheme and foils our plot.
Impossible!  I think.  How could this have happened?
This is what happens when you must rely on American-bred co-workers.
Everyone knows--the best spies...come from Russia.

ARNOLD
"I don't believe this.  You make a plan, you think it all through, you work out all the details, and then...I'll tell you truthfully, I really don't believe this.  This is the kind of thing that bothers me a lot.  I mean, it was foolproof."