Chuck stared at the table before him an empty bottle and a capsized glass the only evidence that he had consumed too much alcohol. The room wavered, going in and out of focus, but Chuck had a hard time deciding if it was the drinks or the tears that were causing it. His throat ached badly and again he could not discern the origin.
He had 'Burned' his first asset. It had been a first step in becoming a full-fledged, proven agent. Chuck felt sick.
It was strange that he was the one feeling burned. Gulping against the pain, he squeezed his eyes shut.
-THE END