Rome. Lisa-2. Distraction.
🟢 Green.
Trattoria in Trastevere. Second glass of wine. He thinks I'm an artist from Vilnius. I don't argue.
— Why Rome?
— The light. The light here is special.
He smiles. Handsome. Not dangerous. That's good — and bad at the same time.
Phone vibrates in my bag. Ignore it.
🟡 Yellow.
Black sedan parks by the fountain. Two men get out. Not looking at me — but I feel them.
— Do you need to go? — he noticed I changed.
— No. Just... habit of watching the door.
— Strange habit for an artist.
— I draw dangerous things.
He laughs. Doesn't understand.
🟠 Orange.
Phone again. Look at it.
World shrinks to a point. Prague must get the flash drive. I need to give her time.
— I have to go.
— Something happened?
— Everything. — Leave money on the table. — It was nice.
— Wait, I don't even know your name—
Door. Street. Vespa by the wall — keys in the ignition. Rome.
🔴 Red.
They saw me. Running.
Start engine. Accelerate.
Cobblestones under tyres. Colosseum in the mirror — no, that's headlights. Two cars.
Narrow alley. They won't fit. I will.
Rain starts. Perfect. Will wash away the tracks.
Via del Corso. Tourists. Brake. Melt into the crowd. Vespa abandoned — shame, it was a good one.
On foot through the Pantheon. Coffee in a paper cup — for the legend. No one searches for a spy with a latte.
🟡 Yellow.
Castel Sant'Angelo. Tiber below, black and calm.
They lost me. For now.
So it worked. Curator in cuffs, but mission complete.
Stare at the water. Think about him — the one from the trattoria. He'll never know who I was. Better that way.
⚪ White.
Dawn over Rome. On a roof by the Spanish Steps. City wakes up.
Autonomous mode. No curator. No orders. Just me and the mission.
How many of you?
Enough.
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