Triple Play, Greg Lee

The code name given to the recruited CIA agent was the word ‘Morokobi,’ which means carrot. The name ‘Markovcha,’ the carrot kimchi commonly seen in Russian markets, comes from Morokobi. Putin said,

“Recruiting an agent who can talk directly with the CIA director. I consider this an excellent achievement and commend you, Vice Minister.”

Matvey Sergeyevich Sutormin, the American deputy minister and second-in-command of Russia’s SVR, sprang to his feet and saluted the president.

After taking the documents, DNI Director Adrian Schneider asked,

“Did he fail the screening again?”

“Yes. Except for the fact that he’s a man and that this is McLean, Virginia—every answer on the lie detector came back negative.”

“Isn’t that proof that he’s a spy to the bone?”

“If you say so, Director, then I can’t argue. But by regulation, he can’t be issued a building pass.”

“In that case, it’s fine. Greg isn’t an office man anyway.”

The door opened, and Sir Archibald Romas came in. The one who rose to greet him was Sir Jack Martin, who had been in charge of MI6 for over a year.

“Sorry, Sir Romas.”

Sir Romas of MI5 had not won the new prime minister’s trust. He set a thick dossier on the table and said,

“I’ve come to repay a debt.”

Martin opened the folder and, looking at the blurry CCTV photo inside, asked,

“Who is this?”

“Elizabeth and Greg. Loud, but they always get the job done. Our American friends, whatever that may be.”