Chapter 1: Meet Agent Sparks
14th May, New York.
"Agent Sparks? Your work in New York is done. Agent Barry will take over. Return to London by 20:00 hours for your meeting with the director"
Jason Sparks put down the phone with tears in his eyes.
He looked at his door.
The name read: Chandler Bing
Well not anymore. He had to leave everything behind.
New York, his friends and most importantly his fiancé… Umm Chandler Bing's fiancé.
He was glad that the act was over but Jason is a gentleman, he couldn't leave Monica on the day of her wedding, but he couldn't defy the Agency either. He has to leave tonight. Jason packed his laptop in his suit case and made his way to Monica and his apartment.
Well…
Monica and Chandler's apartment. He checked the CCTV cameras installed in Monica's restaurant via his phone. She was working, thank the lord. He could go and clear his apartment safely without running into her.
He had to create a scene which showed that Chandler tried to escape and got killed in the process. That's the only way Monica can move on.
On his way to apartment 20, he put the laptop in a pizza box and threw it down the garbage chute. He quietly opened the door and started packing his things. He didn't really require clothes or anything in this apartment. But he had to make it look like Chandler had gotten scared and decided to flee. He had to give her a reason to hate him.
He just had to. He couldn't leave her blaming herself for leaving her at the alter.
Once he was done he quickly picked up a writing pad and a pen and slipped the note through Joeys apartment.
Joey
A mate he never knew he'd become so fond of. He had to stop thinking about his life. His fake life.
It was just a cover sure it lasted for about 10 years but it was a cover for a British agency he had woven himself so further in that when he tried pulling out, he got stuck in the tangles making it impossible to separate.
NO!
He couldn't dwell on these thoughts any further. He left his key on the counter and left. Chandler Bing abandoned his fiancé on the day of his wedding.
It disgusted him, but he wasn't Chandler Bing, not anymore. He was Jason, he wasn't an American he was just on a mission a bloody. A mission that lasted for ten bloody years. Jason had to find a way to kill Chandler so that none of his friends would go searching for him. They should receive the news of his death before they could send out search parties. He needed something violent.
Yes!
He can imagine it vividly. Chandler Bing tried to escape on his wedding day but died instead, but how should he fake his death? He had to make it believable.
Fire? No too much work. Car crash?
Yes, that's it!
Jason dug out his phone from his pocket and called in a favor. After a few minutes a taxi driver approached him. He quickly put his bags in the trunk. He took out his wallet and dumped it on the front seat.
"Make it look real"
"I'll roast this cab like a barbeque, you can count on it"
They shock hands. The driver got into the front seat and drove off.
Jason stole a car from the nearby parking lot and made his way for the airport. He dialed a number he knew too well. His handler's number.
"Hey Harry did you hear they…"
"Yeah I did… I'm your handler I get to know things way before you do"
"Do you know why? I haven't done anything wrong, have I?"
"Nah, the agency thinks that getting married isn't really doing the job"
"IT WAS A COVER! I HAD TO"
"Yeah, well the agency thinks that you're in love with her, so they took you out before you could jeopardize the mission."
"What the… I mean shit! Are they nut jobs who can't figure out how their tiny little brains operate?"
"We will decide that once you are in London and probably avoid saying that in front of them."
"Hey listen, I called to.."
"Close your bank accounts, passport, money, ticket? At counter five in JFK, you'll find a black brief case. Let me know if you need anything else. See you soon mate."
"You too."
Chandler lowered his window and threw the phone out. It's officially over. His account is sealed, everything designed to make it look like he was running way. That was his exit strategy. He stepped on the gas and sped towards the airport.
"Good bye Chandler Bing"
Though his heart was still not ready to say so.