“My little chirping bird, why are you here?” I begged of Mata as her red lips trembled and her hands reached out to a past memory.
For as long as the years had passed, time seemed not to have touched Mata’s delicate frame. Her white face still glistened with the innocence of youth and her doe eyes were still ripe with the curiosity of life that had led Mother to call her that.
My little chirping bird.
Yes, years had passed since our first encounter at the orphanage, but even so, our familiarity was still as fresh as the snow beneath our feet.
“General please, you must listen to me.”
“Anna was the leak. She had orchestrated the entire plan from the start.”
She would talk to me for hours on end about her dreams and I would regale her with tales about a life I couldn’t quiet now see.
As children we were inseparable yes, but the war came and with that, we found, it exposed the true nature of humans all around.
“..she had grown bored of the american life you see, and was often calling home anxious for our forgiveness, anxious for our love just like Mother said she would be.”
The war came and with that our path took separate lanes.
I never really knew what led to our separation but after the war ended and they heard I was to wed the enemy, everything changed.
“What is all this Anna? Who is this woman? What is she saying” Harry asked hurridely as my eyes focused on Mata as she inched closer and closer towards me.
We had spoken on the phone, yes, every now and then, yes, but never did I get the feeling that we were at odds, never.
My little chirping bird.
“You left us Anna….”
“….you left your family for a country that choose to kill your own blood, didn’t you my little krysa……
…. and now before your death, I shall relish the look in your eyes as that happiness fades away, just as mine did when Mother laid in my arms dying. She told me you know…That it was you all along. It was you who had given up our location.”
“Mata what are you talking ….”
“Shhhh my little krysa, shhh. As Mother would say ‘ kill the krysa before it multiples & destroys everything’ I have done my duty and now your bastard child will grow up an orphan just as you did. She’ll feel the…..”
The soldiers positioned themselves and took their shots.
First at the fair, red lipped lady that stood next to Anna, then at her and Harry, both of them dropping to the cold ground that would soon house their remains.
“General, sir, you’re wounded let me take a look at that.”
I later came to find out that their was no plot against us but there was one being hatched against the beautiful Anna Anton by the striking Mata Shashenka in honor of Mother, one of the most influential leaders of the sleeper cell organization, JPG.
As they say, “Once a rat, always a rat.”