His name doesn’t matter. It changes with every job, with every passport, with every set of forged documents to get through one border to the next without trouble. It changes with every occupation he is said to carry in locations he has never been to, but very few people gather he isn’t all his counterfeit identity seems to be. Sometimes he is new in town, most the time he is simply someone they haven’t run into and he knows well enough to keep himself informed just in case questions of a dubious nature come around. What tailor doesn’t know how to hem the inseam of a pair of trousers? What barkeep gets by without knowing a thing or two about mixing drinks?
Not knowing is a quick way to blow cover.
He’s nothing of the sort as he sits in the confines of an almost frighteningly empty pub. He’s a man in a suit with a book waiting for another man, also in a suit, to join him. There is no definition to their relationship and there doesn’t need to be. They don’t need to be friends, but neither are they enemies, but nondescript parties with a deal to make – him, the handler, and the nameless, the asset.
He passes but a glance to the briefcase in tow, an inconspicuous prop piece or means of surveillance, but doubt doesn’t sing as loudly as surety that if the handler and the government he serves wants to secure the intelligence they so readily seek, they wouldn’t be so foolish with the information he is soon to give once there is a drink – whiskey, neat – set in front of him.
And it sounds ridiculous, the stories woven by the Allied governments about the activities of those within the Axis’ more clandestine operations. From notebooks with talk of undead remains found in crypts to suspicious laboratories in the northern edges of Europe and directives focused on the acclimation of artifacts – of supernatural beings – of a mystical standing, even with what they call ‘certifiable intelligence’, it sounds ridiculous; but curiosity knows no bounds and it takes very little to convince him to take the operation.
They don’t shake upon completion of the exchange. In fact, it is unlikely he’ll see the handler again until there is something more to report and they leave – the handler first, the asset second, but not after some time to himself to flip through the pages as if expecting something familiar.