Thriller Thursday: Mission Abort!

Standard

“They’re onto me; I’ve got to go!” A call
That ends like that leaves anybody tense.
Delphine stared at her phone, struck dumb, a pall
Cast over lovely features. No expense
Was spared to make her beautiful, and she
Was most effective, as distractions go.
Her partner, though, whose rare ability
To ferret out what most they’d need to know
Was most important, sadly was inept
At social engineering. That she’d blow
Her cover was expected. Delphine wept
A moment, then pulled up her killer app.
Quick death alone would save them from the trap.

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