Deception: An Ode To Prideaux

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In honour of Jim Prideaux, an agent abandoned by his country.

Submitted: April 30, 2018

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He told me he would never love another man again.  I had shattered his heart.  The staple of his being was corrupt.  He could no longer trust.  I was a wrong; someone from the wicked side of the road whom he should never have fallen for, but that was my part to play.  I infiltrated his heart to locate the secrets buried deeper within.  He had not relinquished them and so I’d done what was necessary.  Goddammit, if I did not ruin him in that moment.

Karla extracted what he could from him.  It was enough.  Enough to release him to his embassy.  Enough to have the Circus question his loyalty . . . and doubt him.  Now he awaits his execution.  A firing squad.  A harsh punishment, I think.  But the Crown and the Circus are unforgiving of traitors.

If only it could be another way.  We offered him a way out, a chance at a new life . . . with me or on his own if he preferred.  But he would not accept our offer.  I highly doubt he would accept anything from me now.  It has to do with the part of him I’ve always known to be his strongest trait, and his weakest.  He will not compromise the Motherland, no matter if they have wronged him, no matter what wrongs they ask him to commit.  He stands for his country as we all vowed.

I have turned my back on the monarchy and the cows at parliament.  I have made my peace with my decision.  He has made peace with his.  I cannot save him.  He saves himself in his own way by standing against the wall.  He refuses to become what I have become.  A traitor.  Though he will be remembered as one.  The irony of it.  My betrayal will remain undiscovered, clouded by his perceived betrayal.  The deception.

It’s a pity to see a talented agent go to waste, though it ensures my position within the Circus a while longer.  I sometimes wish I didn’t need to create victims, scapegoats for my deception.  Such is the way of things in a war of espionage.  Furthermore, I believe I truly did love him on some level.  I enjoyed our conversations.  I’d grown fond of his eyes and his touch.  Both are cold to me now.  If he knew the depths of my betrayal, I would be marching to the wall with him.

What’s done is done.  No time for regret.  That would be unprofessional.  No time for lingering thoughts.  I watch in silence as they march him for the doors that lead to the courtyard, to the wall that will be his final stand.

Farewell, Jim.  May God be with you.


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