It Took Only A Minute To Let Go

Deep inside the forest and it’s legendary tricky trees, Vladimir and Princess Bella Russia rested peacefully occupying separate log cabin rooms. Outside their hide away vacation villa escape, visitor guest Tighe Bessinger, stared into the dark setting, noting the guiding stars took five, not making an appearance, curbing enthusiasm, claiming unhealthy air quality tension.

Checking his watch, reading 3:14 AM, the expected order, quietly buzzed, “TB time to release the quarantined prisoner and let his freedom ring.”

Not saying a word, applying the government provided gas mask, TB stood up, walking the porch’s planks stopping abruptly running out of room due to a motionless steel cage, waiting further instructions. “It’s time,” he notified, the timid unaware creature patiently hearing duty call. Removing the lock, seemed to be a simple task, despite projected complicated results, “you are now independent,” TB reported, “go forth and profit studying health care.”

Peering outside the innocent criminal stepped out, “you are a Germ Man Weasel, perform your business showing great independent Bavarian pride.”

Taking the comment seriously, the critter looked both ways before skydiving down towards the floor. Once settled, the Germ Man Weasel turned his head, made a salute which TB respectively returned, glaring a deadly stare.

Observing the varmint venture into the unknown, TB offered the catalyst, one last remark, “all you have to do is swing your tail and the potion will be unleashed on your enemy.”

Papers prepared months ago scripted Germ Man Weasel was giving clemency and drafted with the request he would invade daily activity creating distrusting havoc. Once the civil division established conquering then would commence. Leaving a ghostly situation where no one sees the attacker only the societal damage forcing a community to pull together through charitable deeds.

Quickly the small nuisance disappeared, allowing TB an opportunity to peer through the blinds reminding the military character about the payment briefcase he delivered after the pair retired to their individual quarters.

“You have enough finances,” the dedicated spy rationalized, stepping down the wooden steps, breathing through the protective device conveniently shipped using the free next day service. Feeling his mission accomplished, TB confidently flipped his car keys before pressing a button making the Volkswagen bug’s eyes illuminate, showing a safe traveling path.

Opening the door, TB secured himself inside the miniature vehicle, before speed dialing the electronic communication instrument. “It’s done, Germ Man Weasel declared independent,” TB announced, “it didn’t even take a minute and he was off depositing cheques.”

“Good,” the other voice responded, “I hope he finds peace prowling new worlds, dreaming unbelievable ideas. You did a good job TB,”

“Thank you, sir,” TB hung up the conversation contraption.

Pushing different buttons, the automobile radio flickered, and TB heard sporting music, signaling the competition report. “It’s 3:15 AM and here are the scores from the athletic power play battles, all over the world.”

Placing the four wheels in reverse followed by drive TB proceeded home satisfied with the job that only took a minute to let go, releasing a deadly plague puppet, infecting the world.