Charlie looked at the cloth bags on his floor. “What is all this crap?”
Jack Casey growled. “That’s America’s best intelligence, you idiot.” (More)
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Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Turkey Daze and Weather or Not. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
Note: Today’s tale is an homage to NBC’s comedy-action series Chuck, which is still popular on NetFlix.
Charlie shrugged. “So why do I have it?”
“Because your former college roommate sent it to you,” Sally Walker said with an elegant flip of her shimmering blonde locks. “You have to run the Intersack.”
“The what?” Charlie asked.
Jack growled again and poked a finger against Charlie’s chest. “The Intersack, you moron.”
Sally offered a dazzling smile. “The thing is, every U.S. spy agency used to keep its own sack of secrets. But we needed to connect the dots, so we put all of those sacks in the same room. Then your ex-roommate stole them and mailed them to you.”
“So, umm, take them back,” Charlie said.
“We can’t,” Jack said, after an obligatory growl. “You’re the only one who can make the Intersack work.”
Charlie ran his fingers through his unkempt hair. “And how do I do that? I’m just a retail computer geek at Best More.”
“Charlie,” Sally purred, “just reach into each sack and grab some secrets. Then read them out and tell us what they mean.”
Charlie shrugged and followed her instructions. Because he would follow her anywhere. Because who wouldn’t?
“Don’t hide in the darkness,” Charlie read. He put that secret aside and read another. “Focus on your strengths, not other people’s weaknesses.” And another. “The past is only the prologue.”
Charlie looked up. “These are fortune cookie papers!”
Jack nodded. While growling. “And that’s the best intelligence we have.”
Sally caressed the back of Charlie’s hand. “So what does it mean?”