The Spy Who Called Bingo: Part 3

Great ideas often receive violent opposition from mediocre minds.

"Patrick, are you still listening?" Dan stared off into the darkness, trying to get a feel for his environment like he'd been trained to do.

"I am, you've got my full attention Dan. Why don't you give me some insight into what's been going on yeah?" Patrick replied quietly, sounding drained.

"Alright Patrick, now what I'm going to tell you has got to be kept top secret if and when we escape from this place. The MI6 is not a fan of those who divulge their secrets."

"Of course Dan, I'm not stupid enough to try and mess with MI6, even if I had any interest in doing so, which I don't." Patrick sounded exasperated.

Poor guy, Dan thought to himself, he's never been prepared for or seen anything like what they were now witnessing. "Patrick," began Dan, "these men, as you know, are after firearms and drugs. However, we also suspect they're working on sneaking in a new type of SIM card, which allows the tracking and logging of any calls and messages in the phones it's put into. I know this may seem like nothing new, but there's a fatal twist to this card: it has a microbit of C4 attached to it; that's a plastic explosive. What's worse is I think they've already swapped the Prime Minister's phone with it. Not only is it a national security risk, but it's a death risk for the PM. It would be simple enough to rectify, but I'm the only one who has this information. It's imperative we escape Patrick, so that Britain can escape bedlam."

"You serious Dan? That's a lot to take in all at once. And I was just wonderin'..."

Suddenly, there was a loud creaking, and two brutish-looking guardsmen walked briskly down the corridor towards Patrick and Dan.

"Remember Patrick, not a word!" hissed Dan with the utmost of conviction.

Opening the door, the guards came in, and this time they took the now-conscious Dan with them. Dan didn't bother kicking or scream for help - experience had taught him there was no use in it. But he did take the opportunity to inconspicuously memorize his surroundings as he was being dragged down the hall. Judging by the humidity and temperature, Dan estimated they were about one story underground. Bringing him into what looked like an old furnace room, the goons set Dan down on a chair, and bound his wrists with plastic bindings.

Meanwhile, Patrick watched his new mate get dragged off by the big gruff men with an increasing disquietude. There was a waft of some curious odour that came in with them, something Patrick recognized but couldn't place his finger on. As he stared up and silently cursed his predicament and the ceiling, he noticed something up in the corner. Something dark had begun dripping down and was pooling on the floor across the room. Blood?

Patrick's stomach clenched hard. He stared harder at it until his eyes hurt. No, not blood, this was something else thank goodness. Patrick suddenly realized what the smell was on the men. The smell of Jo's meatloaf was unmistakable, she made it every Thursday at the Pleasant Surprise Bingo hall on 2nd Street, and Patrick had had it a hundred times before. And he realized in an instant that he knew exactly where they were. Yes, he'd been here before. He stared up at the ceiling again of which was most definitely the basement, directly below the kitchen in Pleasant Surprise hall, and realized for the first time since the horrible night had begun that he was terribly hungry.

Stay tuned next week, for Part 4 of the all-new series, The Spy Who Called Bingo.

Read previous episodes of The Spy Who Called Bingo:
The Spy Who Called Bingo: Part 1
The Spy Who Called Bingo: Part 2

Read the finale of A Bingo Romance:
Bingo My Heart Out: Finale