A little late but a quick poem for the day that’s in it.
Spy Wednesday
We had the guy on camera since the weekend.
How could we not? The crowds alone had triggered
warning levels demanding our attention.
His known associates were mostly no ones.
Hookers and fishermen, small time farmers,
with nothing much to lose. Not radicals
but enough of a concern to warrant action.
Phone masts tracked him. A website signaled.
He’d booked dinner for his friends on Friday night.
We had him now. So when one approached us
and tried to sell him we could afford to laugh
at the demand for crypto and escape. We’ll send
our men to seize him in the garden. Perhaps
he knows we’re already onto him.