The meeting was conducted in a secret room, marked ‘Private’.
“This is very important, gentlemen. All our agents are missing, including Mr Derek Sparrow, and we don’t know what happened to them.”
“There are no remains either.”
“The enemy camp was raided last week and they found Mr Sparrow’s clothing.”
The men were still contemplating when a bird flew in through the window and sat on the table.
“I am Derek Sparrow.” said the bird.
There was stunned silence for a minute. Then one of the men blurted out, “But you are a Pigeon…”
“Listen, you chump…” the Pigeon started in an abusive tone
“Oh! This is indeed Mr Sparrow.” said the head, convinced