I was on a thin ledge a steep slope beneath me. I started inching my way along the thin edge towards the bridge. My heart was thumping; if I fell off the ledge I'd fall down the slope and into the River Wiza. Then I'd surely be arrested or maybe even drowned.
I got to the bridge. It was dark and dingy, and the water was a murky brown colour. I'd have to wait there until I was sure the police had left the park and the area around it. Every now and again I heard the sound of muffled voices. Then it would go back to the eerie silence with an occasional dripping sound of water falling from the bridge into the rippling water.
I had to sit and wait for my contact Willoughby to phone me to check whether the documents had been passed successfully, then I could tell him I still had the documents. I couldn’t phone Willoughby because the number is constantly changed so they can't be traced. I waited for what seemed like ages, but after about an hour my phone started vibrated in the pocket of my jacket it was Willoughby. I picked up the phone.
"Hello"
"Have the documents been passed successfully?"
"No there were some complications I couldn’t find our agent and the police were on my trail"
"Where are you?"
"I'm under the bridge that goes across the River Wiza I still have the documents"
"we'll send a boat down the river"
Then the line went dead so I hung up the phone and put it back in my pocket. All I had to do now was sit and wait. As it got later, fog spread across the river making it hard to see, but I had to be on my guard.
After a gruelling hour and a half a canoe floated down the river rippling the lifeless water. As I got into the boat I thought to myself "I'm a spy! I'm meant to have flash speedboats and fancy cars but instead I've got a canoe in the middle of a dirty river." The cold dirty water from the bottom of the boat sloshed against the bottom of my shoes.
I lowered the paddle into the water and the canoe glided forward. After ten minutes, my arms aching, I could still see the bridge in the distance behind me. I had a long way to go and I had to go as quickly as possible under the cover of darkness, because they must still be looking for me.
As I got further up the river I felt my phone vibrating in my jacket pocket. I answered it in a hushed tone It was Willoughby my contact. I had to choose out of two safe houses. I chose one closer to the river Wiza, because I was tired and I needed to rest. I got to the safe house just as the sun started to rise, a golden yellow colour over the hills.
I stopped the canoe on the banks of the river and climbed out. I started walking towards an isolated fishing cabin but it looked as though smoke was rising from the chimney, I squinted and looked closer. Wisps of snowy white smoke were billowing from the chimney. Eventually I got to the hut.
As I opened the wooden door, it creaked slightly and the sunlight poured into the small room. I looked down at the floor. The boards were rotten and mouldy, there was a chair in the middle of the room and a small stove on the left wall, which was where the smoke was coming from.
My eyes darted to the end of the room where there was a bed. The sheets were ruffled-they'd been slept in and there was a half emptied knapsack. A terrifying thought crossed my mind-somebody had been here and they were coming back.
I stopped, frozen, thinking of what to do. The seconds went past. I had to get out of there but I stood motionless, my body tensed as I heard the sound of someone approaching the cabin.
I dashed towards the bed and slung the knapsack over my shoulder as it was bound to come in handy. I jumped onto the table on the right hand side of the room. I fiddled with the lock on the window, cold sweat running down my palms making it hard to grip the lock. I panicked but eventually pulled the window up. I scrambled out of the window, glanced back, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure in the doorway, blocking out all the sunlight. I dropped to the grass below the window.
I picked up the rucksack and started running towards the river. I got to the banks of the River Wiza and clambered back into the wooden canoe. I started paddling as quickly as I could. The aching pain came back to me but I couldn’t stop until I was far enough away. I eventually stopped the canoe when I got to the junction where the river joined the gorge.
I had to head towards the lock but then to the rapids because it was the only way of getting past without being discovered. I had heard many stories about the rapids. They were reckoned impassable, but all the traffic that goes through the lock, stays there for half an hour and is thoroughly searched.
I started paddling the canoe towards the rapids. As I got closer the water started flowing more quickly, swirling into a white froth. I got into the rapids, the fast flowing water pulled the canoe through; all I could see were trees and water flashing past my eyes. The icy cold water overflowed into my canoe, I shivered and clutched the documents tightly in my pocket.
I tumbled and turned with the motions of the waves. Icy cold water was still sloshing into my canoe, I couldn't see anything but I could feel the water gradually getting calmer beneath me. Then I felt freezing cold pain all over my body it was like being poked with a thousand frozen icicles. The boat had capsized and I was dragged under the water, as I struggled to come up for a breath I saw the canoe it was submerged under the water. I had no choice but to let my self be carried down stream with the current. My clothes were drenched, but I was still clasping the documents though. The water was calmer now I'd just have to wait until there was a safe place on the riverbank for me to climb out.
I swam over to the edge of the river by the bank I grabbed onto the muddy edge and lifted my self out. I was freezing cold and soaking wet but at least I was alive.
The sun was a bright yellow colour in the centre of a blue sky, I decided that I would just lie here in the sun to dry off and have a rest, after all no one would find me here. I'll just have forty winks I thought to myself. I felt myself drifting off to sleep.
I gently drifted in and out of sleep in the background I could hear the vague sound of something buzzing it was my phone. I opened one eye. There was a gun pointed at my head. I opened the other eye and looked up at the holder of the gun he was wearing blue dungarees and a dirty white T-shirt his hair was long and greasy, he looked like a farmer. He looked me right in the eye and in a gruff voice said:
"Who are you and what is your business?"
"I was just fishing further up stream I must of fallen in"
"I may be stupid but they ain't no fishing clothes"
He was right I had to think of something he would believe and quickly. My brain ticked the seconds past. I remembered the gun that Willoughby had given me just before I'd left London, the bullets contained liquid that make you sleep and when you wake you wouldn’t remember anything. I had to use it but I just needed to reach it. I said to the man:
"If u just let me stand up I have identification"
The man backed off a bit I rose to me feet and gripped the gun in my pocket. I swiftly turned around and shot him in the arm he gave a yelp of dismay before he fell to the ground. I picked up his gun and ran through his field towards a battered farmhouse. He must own a tractor of some kind. I ran through the fields they were filled with some form of crop. I got to the farmhouse and wait straight round the outside to see whether it had a barn of some sort. There was a bright red brick building I decided to check there. As I opened the door the barn filled with light and revealed three tractors.
I looked at the tractors carefully, one of them already had the keys in the ignition, this would be the easiest one to take. I jumped up onto the seat of the tractor and turned the keys in the ignition the engine revved. I decided to drive away from the river until I got close to a small village or town. The first field I drove through was full of maize. It was quite a small field but the maize was tall and I couldn’t see where I was going.
I drove through field after field, the Sun started to set a fiery red colour. In the distance I could hear the muffled sound of car engines, I followed in the direction I thought the sound was coming from gradually the sounds became louder. There was a gate straight in front of me. I stopped the tractor took out the keys and jumped down from the seat, my shoes squished into the mud below. I walked to the iron gate, it was sturdy and locked with a padlock.
I looked down at the bunch of keys I already had one of them must fit this lock. The lock was quite small, so the key must have been a small key. I picked out all the small keys and used the process of elimination I went through all the keys. It would be my luck that it was the last key. I put the key in the lock and turned it, the lock sprang open. I took it off and opened the gate fully there was a dusty road that seemed to lead to something. I decided to follow it.
I got back on the tractor and drove it through the gate, I quickly jumped back off of the tractor to lock the gate again. I started off along the dusty track. I was half way down the track when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It still worked! I took the phone from my pocket and answered it.
"Hello"
"Its me Willoughby do you still have the documents?"
"Yes I have them"
"Where are you?"
"I don’t really no I passed through the rapids but then a farmer caught me so I had to use the stun gun on him"
"So where are you now?"
"I took his tractor and drove across the fields now I'm travelling up a dusty road"
"How far do you think you are from the rapids?"
"About half a mile to the left as the crow flies"
"I'll send a micro light to come and get you just keep going the way your going."
"Isn't that going to draw attention to me?"
"You've got police trying to track you if we don’t get you out soon they will have you and the documents"
"Ok"
The line went dead Willoughby's usual goodbye. I carried on driving up the dirt track. I had to drive the tractor right through the night because Willoughby had told me not to stop, at some points it got so dark I couldn’t see where I was driving. The dirt road seemed endless, it just carried on going.
As the sun was rising I heard the familiar sound of a light aircraft, I was hoping it was Willoughby and not just someone passing because I was exhausted. The chugging of the aircraft engine got clearer there was a gush of wind as the plane landed about 10 yards in front of me. I clambered off of the tractor and ran towards the plane. The door opened and I climbed in. I shut the door with the last ounce of energy I had left. The Co-pilot turned around and shouted over the sound of the ascending
"We have to hurry back Willoughby has another secret mission lined up for you"
I slouched back into my seat I had to rest while we travelled back, ready for Willoughby's next mission.
That was My trip to Slivovenia it was one of the best but not one of the last.
