Simon Le Bon Chronicles 4 – Strange Mission

It was strange to come back from my one-year Mossad training in the Middle East and return to my small life as a taxi chauffeur. In the end they decided that I should be the test person for a new super-spy-car that was supposedly better than Bond’s Aston Martin. From the outside it was a regular NYC cab, but it had insane functions: ejection seat, co-driver slashing up mechanism, a lock-up-function that would tie up the passenger on any seat within 2.3 seconds, room-perfume vaporizer with lie detector gas, and a torture seat with reverse gas-masks for old Nazis.

I was excited and began my first shift, waiting for clients at the airport. I was reading through the car’s hebraic manual when suddenly the door opened and a blond, sunglassed man jumped in. “Drive me to the Grandhotel, please!’ he said with a familiar voice. I looked into the rearview mirror and started to drive.

I knew this man from somewhere, but I couldn’t remember. Maybe he was a fellow Mossad agent? If so, he must have clearly been in the Playboy Division, he had very handsome features, the most beautiful cheeks. I kept looking at the mirror.
He was reading through some documents, when he took his sunglasses off with a sigh.

The man was Simon Le Bon.

I pressed the lock-up button, it was a reflex. A strange calm took over me, while his confusion started to mix with anger.

“Hey, hey!!! what’s going on, what is this?”
“Nothing, Simon”
“What are you doing?! Are you out of your mind?!”
“No, Simon.”
“I’m Simon LeBon!!”
“I know…’
“Set me free and let me out of this car!!”
“Sorry, Simon.”
“This is a nightmare! Where are you taking me??”
“We’re driving home, Simon… we’re driving home…”

My voice came from very far away…

by Saliha Enzenauer