"I prefer 'strategic listener,'" Izzy said, cuffing him with a polymer zip-tie. "Now, about that pawn…"
She gazed at the rain-soaked city lights below. "That the real chess move isn't capturing the piece. It's convincing your opponent to hand you the board."
"Thank you." She vanished into the downpour, leaving the two men clutching at rain.
He smiled and tossed the rook into the air. She didn't flinch. She let it fall, roll across the floor, and stop at her feet. Then she kicked it back. tajni agent izzy
"Where's the rook?" she whispered. Not the chess piece—the meeting point.
Here’s a short story featuring the character Tajni agent Izzy (Secret Agent Izzy). An Izzy Undercover Story
"And what do you actually know?"
At the National Library, a gutted shell of a building scarred by war, The Collector waited. He held the ivory rook, its base hollowed out for the chip. "Agent Izzy," he said, not turning around. "I expected someone… louder."
"Why would I do that?"
She left money on the table and slipped into the back alley. The rain muffled her footsteps. When the first man rounded the corner, she was gone. When the second looked up, he found her hanging from a fire escape ladder, upside down, her silenced pistol pressed to his temple. "I prefer 'strategic listener,'" Izzy said, cuffing him
Her mission, should she choose to accept it (she already had), was to retrieve a stolen memory chip hidden inside a cursed, antique chess piece. The piece was about to change hands between a corrupt Interpol liaison and a Balkan arms dealer known as "The Collector."
"You're giving it to me," she said. It wasn't a question.