(Photo copyright: Danny Bowman)
I positioned my photographic equipment so I could shoot down the mountain and capture the distant village below. The picturesque scene offered me prime calendar subject matter.
I took my photos, packed up my equipment and headed back to town.
My job was done. I’d gotten beautiful shots of the hamlet, and at the same time, had triggered the high-tech camera hidden in my tripod. It zoomed in on the opposite mountain where a pyramid-shaped formation concealed the entrance to the enemy’s underground nuclear research center.
Now all I had to do was sidestep the ominous-looking patrol headed my way.
(Written for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff Fields. March 7, 2014.)