"Thank you for you services, Doctor Allen! Remember to be careful on the road!" The nun at the orphanage called out as I put on my hat. "My pleasure." I called out. "Have a happy April the 1st!" I then stepped into the carriage and set for home. Before long, I arrived at my doorstep. After locking my doors and shutting the windows close, I removed a tea bag from the counter and started to boil some water. Just as steam appeared from the kettle, a knock was heard from the door. I ignored it at first but the knockings soon became more and more rapid. After assuring myself that it is too early for the raiders to come out, I opened the door. To my relief and also my shock, the visitor was in a suit, which is not an outfit that raiders would have. Unfortunately he had a red handkerchief visible from the pocket folded in a shape of a triangle.
"I'm sorry, but you must have gotten the wrong house." I tried to explain, "I am just an ordinary doctor that neither has nor wish to have any part in the war between the rebels and the leaders."
However, to my surprise, he answered: "Exactly, that is why we have decided that you are the perfect person to assist us in our mission." He then continued informing me about how they have evidence that is important in their plan of overthrowing the leaders, and they will ascertain that they will relief everyone from the fear that we have to endure every night. Just as the sky started to fade, I agreed to his plan solemnly, to which the cloaked visitor shoved two files into my hand. "The file with the safety pin is a fake, just in case. We will return on 25th of December to retrieve the evidence. Remember, your innocence will the very thing that can save the victims from this raider's party of a country. Do not fail us."
After I locked the door once more, I hid the file with the evidence behind the teabags and coffee powder in the kitchen counter, then placed the decoy in the safe.
After the first time we met, I started to wait for the day of the 25th. However at the same time, I had to make sure and be aware of my every single action. I even avoided going to the bar to keep myself sober such that I do not spill the beans. Yet the process of guarding my secrets were even harder than I previously thought and feared. Avoiding conversation was not exactly the best way to complete my mission, as I soon required to explain for my anti-social behaviour. Fortunately, days soon turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and before long, it was the night of the 24th of December.
Just as I made sure that the files and the safety pins are in place, a knock came on the door. I hesitated to open the door, but it came again. After a brief moment of convincing myself that I did everything right, I opened the door to a suited figure, this time without a handkerchief.
I welcomed the visitor inside, who referred himself to be an inspector here to make sure that everything is up to code. However, before I could offer him anything, he started to grow interest in my safe, and ordered me to open it. Knowing his intentions, I decided that it would be wiser to oblige. Just as I expected, the inspector darted for the file inside. It was at this moment, that I noticed a peculiar object that is visible from the back. Hence, I grabbed a pen from the desk, yet when I pressed the button, the click alerted the cloaked assassin. He turned over, and just as I guessed, is his hand was a pistol, locked and loaded. The last thing that I heard was two shots at sounded like explosions, a ringing in my ears, and redness everywhere before the engulfing of blackness.
When I came to, I was on a white bed and in a hospital gown. There was a strong pressure on my stomach, which was probably the spot that the assassin aimed his weapon at. I turned over my head, to which I saw a nurse whom I knew. When she turned over, she cried out, "Mr. George, he is awake! Oh, Doctor Allen, I am so glad that you're alive."
I felt relieved to hear this, yet at the same time questions swarmed into my head. Did the rebellion succeed? How long was I unconscious? Most importantly, how am I still alive after being shot?
Then a moustached man came over. " Thank you very much, Nurse Joyce." He said, then turning to my confused face, he spoke: "Well hello Mr Allen, my name is George, and from your look I can infer that you have questions that need to be answered, and they will be, as we will have a lot of time to talk together while your body heals."
And talk we did. The man explained to me that due to the fact that one of the spies they planted nearby saw the assassin leaving without me closing the door for him, the rebellion were able to send medics over quick enough to save me from the brim of death, as if I were to be handed over to the common hospital instead, I'd surely be dead instead. Also thanks to that, all I had was a good night's sleep for a coma. It also appeared that my attempt to use the recording pen succeeded, as they soon overthrew the corrupted leaders with the help from other countries and states' officials, finally allowing public services to go to those who need it and the ones that defied the law to get what they deserved. Mr. George also informed me that a new system will be implemented, a system where people get to choose their leaders and decide receive gets special treatment. Along with that he also said plenty of things, some even so deep into politics that I cannot understand.
Before Mr. George left, he reminded me: "Remember Mr. Allen, when you get better, do come to the town square, we shall give you an award! Why, we may even name that day Allen day, and write you down in history books for all the youths to read!"
I smiled. Whether it is due to the pain or my shyness that I did not say anything more I do not know, but I can be sure that soon I will be able to finally relive the life I had long ago.
