I twirled my moustache, as the hair from my head faded and grayed.The door was locked as I went about my daily business.The dishes,the radio and the television blurred my senses and overpowered my creeping depression and boredom. Something, Anything that makes me forget my hellish memories are welcome.The internet is much too complicated for my tastes. Sixteen miles from any internet and service providers was also a nice bonus with this house.

I walked around the house cleaning and checked my messages for any information about my army pension increase as well as National Service Bonus. I didn't get any calls, the way it was for six years and the way I would like to be furthur on.

Cleaning the table, I suddenly caught a frame that was about to fall on the ground .Removing the rusty nail from it, I briefly remembered the simpler times I had before moving here. Suddenly everything became too much to bear after she passed.I had a neat little garden I tended to and Connor Jr, my German Shepherd kept me company,roaming the village and travelling for miles upon miles and came back only after six in the evening.

Connor scratched my door today at three O clock today.I scratched my gut and opened the door.

"Whatzit, you ingrate, people mugged you on yer way back or what?"I said, trying to amuse myself, as he moved about excitedly and jumped around.

I fixed a drink for myself and a large chicken meal for the ingrate before setting it outside for some relaxing afternoon listening to the replays of the 80's hits and evergreens on the radio.

A car arrived in the distance,followed by two more in bikes. Never had the rebels been brazen enough to drive the dictators cars before.Were these the ungrateful power hungry gits, I fought for?

I readied my shotgun, for this day had been one I wished would have never come at all.I went to such great lengths to even change my identity and fake my death.Even now, things were a bit undecided whether they knew me or were just passing by.

I left Connor outwards again,tying a bag to his neck.The one command I taught him over many years.Delivery.He disappeared into the afternoon sun and I finally felt relieved.

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Who's there?"

"The Peoples Representatives."a female voice said, as they mumbled amongst each other.

I opened the door.This one knock knock joke would end badly for me.The bikers were equipped with AKRs and were being two dolts in my house.They confisticated my phone and hand held radio.

The female leader asked me "So,you are?"

"A former servant of the rebellion madam. But a humble farmer now."I answered as vaguely as possible.

"Name, old man.And ID."

"Victor Glass madam"I held out my laminated badge on my table for her to see.

She suddenly dropped the unpleasant manners and began being casual again,dropping her hat and coats at the rack and took out a pencil and a notepad.

"Do you mind, Mr.Glass ,If we have a brief break before leaving here?"she asked politely.

"No,not at all"I answered dreading my phone.Connor Jr had just went to my senior handler on the opposite side of the village.If she called now, this would turn into the most awkward catching of a spy in a long long time.

"So,you grow asparagus here?"she asked.

"Yes madam.Some water, alcohol maybe?" I asked hoping to inebriate then before my call came.

. Will continue this tomorrow.