[ WP ] A spy has to resort to using word of mouth to transmit vital information , resulting in the worlds biggest version of `` Chinese whispers '' . The information is so far from the original , yet it has the intended effect .

Once again, I ca n't sleep. I look up at the mandala on my ceiling. Red, blue, pink. My ex girlfriend was a psychologyst obsessed with Jung. A really weird person, but the sex was great. That was the only thing that kept us together for so long. Or so I thought until she left. It's been a week now and I still ca n't sleep. I close my eyes and I remember our first night together. Her red, curly hair, her blue eyes like the sea which, if you looked really close into, had small dots that looked like sea shells and her pink top which had written `` Hello Kitty'' all over it. I look up and see red, blue, pink. I guess it's time for another run. I enjoy running. Ever since I was a little boy, I would run everywhere. My parents never once said to me `` Stop running'' and I think that's the cause for the obesity these days. Every fat person I see is just a little kid who was forbidden to run. I get out of bed, put on my shorts and a T-shirt and get out of the house. It's a clear night without clouds and the stars I would say are particularly bright. I wish I knew some astronomy, but I was always drawn more to what's down on Earth. People always liked me because I showed interest in them and that's why I work in sales. 
 
 I turn left and enter the park. Nobody on the alleys as it should be. This is a very quiet park, there were no incidents that I've heard of and no vagrants live in it. The wind blowing through the leaves might be scary for some people but I like it. I get tired so I rest on a bench. There are some noises coming from my left. I look but I do n't see anything. There they are again, sounds like someone is hurt. I'd better check. I get closer and I see 2 guys leaned over something. Both are dressed the same: black leather jacket, brown pants and yellow shoes. When I'm close enough, I yell `` Can I help?''. They get up, look at me, say something to one another and start running away. I get to the place they ran away from and I see a man almost dying. He has been stabbed multiple times. I do n't know what else to do than call 911. After that, I get close to him and I try to comfort him `` Hold on, buddy. Help is coming.'' 
 
 He looks up to me. Now I notice he looks german. Strong features, blonde hair and even his accent seems german but not quite as he tries to speak `` Tell Klaus to take the documents to my boss.'' Strange things people say when they are dying. I do n't know any Klaus. And I also do n't know where this man works. Klaus must be a german name. Could be danish, finnish or norwegian. 
 
 I wait for the ambulance and the cops. There was nothing that could be done for him. I explain to the cops what happened and they tell me to wait. This will add so much to my insomnia. But I guess I wo n't be running for a while. 
 
 `` Mr Johnson?'' That's my name. There is a guy in a suit calling my name. He must be someone important. 
 
 `` Yes, that's me.'' I do n't have to hide that I'm a little troubled by all the situation, I'm the witness. 
 
 `` I'm agent Matt Smitherson, from the CIA.'' If CIA is involved, that guy must've been a spy. `` Could you tell me again what his last words were?'' 
 
 `` Tell Klaus to take the documents to my boss.'' 
 
 `` Are you sure?'' 
 
 `` Yes, very. Although he was dying and out of breath, I understood everything he said'' 
 
 `` Do you know what he meant by that?'' 
 
 `` No idea.'' 
 
 `` Do you know any Klaus?'' 
 
 `` No. And I also do n't know where that guy works.'' 
 
 `` Thank you very much, Mr Johnson. I have all the other details I need from the cops. If we need everything else, we'll call you.'' 
 
 `` Please do.'' 
 
 I start going home. Now I feel tired. 
 
 **Next day, New York, nowhere near the CIA headquarters. ** 
 
 She really thinks she is some sort of russian Mata Hari, but I think she's a whore. We had sex and now Natalia wants information. 
 
 `` Did n't you hear me, Matt? What did the witness say his last words were?'' I talk too much when I drink, but at least I know to stop in time. After such a pleasent evening, I should be a gentleman and tell her what she wants to know. Almost, as usually. 
 
 `` Tell Michael to take the documents to my boss.'' 
 
 `` That's it?'' 
 
 `` Yes. That's it. Nothing else.'' 
 
 `` Do you know who Michael is?'' 
 
 `` No, we do n't have a clue.'' 
 
 `` Thank you, Matt''. She looks pleased. This could advance her career. If it was true. 
 
 **2 days later, Moscow** 
 
 He always knows how to push my buttons. And that's because he has something on me. 
 
 `` Well, Natalia? Are you gon na keep me waiting for long? What did he say?'' 
 
 `` Of course not, Carl. You know I always tell you everything. His last words were: Tell Chen to take the documents to my boss.'' Might as well blame the chinese for it. 
 
 **3 days later, Berlin** 
 
 Seems like I lost the fight. 2 british guys are holding a knife to my neck. They want to know what were his last words were. 
 
 `` Ok, ok. His lasts words were: James knows everything.'' There is no reason to do n't give them the impression one of theirs is involved. The 2 guys run off into the night. That was easy. 
 
 **4 days later, London** 
 
 `` Come on Cecil, tell me what he said. You owe me this one for the help I gave you in Bangkok. Pretty much saved your life.'' She's got me there, she saved my life. But I still wo n't tell her exactly what he said. 
 
 `` Very well, Liina. Here is what he said: The bear knows everything.'' 
 
 `` Thank you, Cecil. You really are a good lad.'' 
 
 
 **Liina, shortly after leaving Cecil. She is on the phone. ** 
 
 `` His last words were: The bear knows everything. Bear is the code name for Klaus. Now we know who has details about the terrorist attacks planned in Helsinki, London, Berlin and Moscow.'' 
 
 

