Two side of the coin

Prologue

The room was small but big enough for the two women to move about, the older women of the two, played with a half dollar coin between her fingers.

"Two sides of the coin..." The younger one spoke. "Huh?"

"Two sides of the coin..." The younger one repeated pointing at the coin. "...But they are on the same coin. A saying that you used to say when faced in these situations."

"Ah! Perhaps one day I tell the story behind it, which my father told me."

"Be looking forward to it." The smile between the two didn't last long, it got straight to business. "After what we did, she will come after us as well as her."

"I know."

"Are you sure you want to lie to her? You going to tell her about me?"

"She needs those instincts that she had as a Mossad agent, if I have to lie for her to gain them back, then I will but as for you, it's your call." The elder woman looked back at the window deep in thought. "Oh and nice shots by the way. Three direct hits. Where did you learn how to shoot like that?"

"I learn from the best..."

"I guess you did." Looking at her watch the eldest swore and grabbed her coat. "I have to go, he expecting me soon...We out celebrating. You going to be okay? You have enough money?"

"I be fine, go, go and see your lover..."

"Okay, okay remember call if you need me, our people are a few doors away, but also she has eyes on us, so be..."

"I know I know be careful." The eldest smiled and nodded her head and headed for the door. "Aminah! The same goes for you too." The door closed.

Whilst one woman enjoying what the night might bring, the same could not be said for the young Israelite woman tossing and turning, memories flashing past, her body reacts to what her mind sees... Every hit, every punch and every kick... Then to a time that she was doing the interrogating the Mossad way. The Screams, the cries, the begging and then the quiet when she had got what she needed...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" Eyes flew wide open and she sat up, clutching the bed sheets wrapped around herself. Her face wet with sweat, her body dripping. Taking deep shallow breaths to calm herself down, she wipes her face down with her hands, then again touches her cheek, she realise the wetness wasn't sweat but tears, she didn't notice that she had been crying. She grabbed her pillows and threw them against the wall in anger.

Tonight will be another restless night for the former Mossad agent.

Interrogating

Damocles