Trained to Kill

'This is it,' he thought to himself. 'You're in deep now.' He focused on his face - he remembered that it was the face that always gave agents away. But he wasn't going to make a stupid mistake. He'd been ready for this.

His palms were only slightly sweating as he adjusted his ill-fitting t-shirt, stepping down the corridor. He could almost feel the eyes of the crowd watching him, boring into him, waiting for him to slip up. But he was going to blend in. He was too good to make a mistake. He'd seen the movies.

As he heaved himself into a seat next to an unwitting civilian, he briefly wondered how he'd found himself here. In this position of power, responsibility. With this much at stake. His hand wandered to his pocket, and felt the comforting and empowering outline of his ID card.

As he felt the gaze of the people seated around him return to their newspapers, iPods, books, and phones, he relaxed, blinked his serious brown eyes, and glanced around him.

He turned his head to casually check the corridor. His colleagues should've been right behind him. 'Shit,' he swore in his head. Where were they? He quickly looked around to check that he had in fact swore in his head and not out loud. Now that would've been an amateur mistake. He would've really been in trouble then. 'Jesus, stay calm,' he told himself for the twentieth time in that hour. Not that his name was Jesus. His name was Greg. Jesus would be a cool name, but he imagined it would have it's downsides as well. People might think he was lying about his name, and the amount of name calling and Jesus-related jokes would probably be insane...

What was keeping Karen and Mick? They were right behind him before he came through the door at the end. Of course he couldn't look behind him, because that would break his cover.

Finally he heard the door at the end open, and Karen and Mick entered. He acknowledged them with a nod, and waited for them to make the signal. His heart was hammering away as he watched Mick reach into his jacket.

It was time to do this.

He stood up, then called out in a loud and clear voice, "Casual Clothes Ticket Inspectors. Can I please see everyone's ticket."

Oh yes, he was in the shit now.

This is based on a true story.