Licensed to Chill

Dave was a secret agent.

Nobody knew. Because it was a secret.

He surveyed the scene, scanning windows and rooftops, before casually walking down the street to the corner shop. Inside he noticed the CCTV camera. Only one. He could take that out with one shot.

But not today.

It was his day off.

“Morning Mrs Jones. A newspaper and a loaf of bread, please,” said Dave.

“Here you are, Dave. Have a nice day.”

Dave left the shop and walked home, looking forward to his hot buttered toast and coffee and a lazy day at home.