Agent Galgo

It was one of those days of the year that the young Spaniard loved so much. She was in
Andalusia, in the south of Spain. The young girl was at home in Valencia, but she was here today for a very special reason. Finally she was allowed to do what she had dreamed of for so long and had been preparing for years. A faint crackling sound came from the small black plug in her ear. "Amy? Hey Amy, call us! We have been waiting for your report for hours. Have you found the target person?", Asked a deep male voice. A small sigh escaped her when she heard the impatient voice of her trainer. Amy played for a few seconds, as the young Spaniard was called, thinking of not reacting to her coach. After all, it was only by chance or sheer luck that she could hear him at all with the noise. After all, today was Carnival Sunday and this was celebrated especially big in Andalusia. Carnaval de Cádiz, Amy loved this festival in February and always wanted to take part in the big street festivals.The streets were brightly decorated and almost everyone was dressed in colorful and elaborate costumes. It was truly a big festival and the loud music could be heard everywhere as the various carnival floats pulled through the main street.
"Amy! I know you can hear me. You are too careful to ignore me." The loud and stern voice from the plug in her ear made Amy flinch briefly and reminded her again why she was really here. She was one of the few people at this festival who wasn't there to celebrate, but had a job to do. Despite the great temptation, she understood and moved through the celebrating crowd by "Si, I was able to find the target person. The wizard is moving towards the side street, east," she answered her trainer in a low voice through a small black voice Button on her habit.Her coach's confusion was clearly audible when he asked her, "Wizard? What are you telling me?" While the young Spaniard's steps became faster and faster, so as not to lose sight of the man but to follow him, she looked around attentively. ,,Guess what? I mean, of course, the man we are looking for. He disguised himself as a magician, "she replied, looking slightly incredulous at the black button." And besides, you shouldn't call me by my real name, I already have an alias, "she added defiantly in her mind, but didn't dare To tell her coach that openly. She had too much respect for the grown man. While the wanted person ran further and further into the side street and further and further away from the main street, he had no idea of ​​his pursuer Head, namely to carry out his mission.He ran on and on through the many side streets and soon came to the poorer part of the city.The houses were so close together that there was hardly any space between them. The houses here were still made of light-colored stone, but they were so old and small that they looked very poor. A cat that jumped off a wall and scurried right in front of the young Spaniard's feet startled Amy and caused her to bump into an aluminum-colored garbage can. The garbage can and the lid fell with a clatter on the street, making such a loud noise that the wizard also stopped. His hand slipped under his costume as he turned around at the same time. He pulled out a pistol and immediately pointed it in the direction from which the noise was coming. He saw nothing. Nothing but a cat standing next to an unstable garbage can. He looked around with a frown. "Who's here? Show yourself and I will maybe let mildness widen again and spare you," said the wizard and looked around suspiciously. His voice was even deeper than Amy's trainer and had a strange accent.He rolled the R very clearly and his voice sounded cold, cold as ice. But Amy didn't let that intimidate her. She hadn't heard an accent like that before, but the most important thing was that he didn't see her. When the garbage can fell, the young Spaniard pulled herself up to a black flower grille and climbed onto the flat roof. In a crouched position she lay on the floor of the roof, watching the wizard. "Sir? The man is armed, his pistol has a silencer, but I can't tell what model it is. But it's not one of ours, it has to be a foreign model, "she whispered as quietly as possible into the black button. While the young Spaniard waited for her trainer's answer, the wizard put his weapon back in his pocket and his posture relaxed He glanced once more down the street before turning and hurrying on, evidently the incident had made him nervous, as his steps were faster than at the beginning."That stupid robe, why did I get such an impractical costume?", Amy thought, when a crackle from the plug in her ear ripped her from the thought "Turn around or better still stay where you are. We will meet from now on take care of it, we thank you, "replied her trainer and immediately gave some orders to his colleagues in the black truck. He himself took the headphones off his head and stood up. The interior of the delivery van had been converted into a mobile monitoring center. The men in black clothes put on their gun belts and hurried out of the delivery room of the truck. "Give up? Should I just give up the job and leave it to you?" Amy thought and stared into space in disbelief. She couldn't believe what her trainer had said. Just because the man was carrying a gun, should she stop now? Wasn't she trained well and, above all, long enough to be able to overpower a single man with a pistol himself?The young Spaniard never thought of giving up. Whether it was her pride that made her do it or whether Amy just wanted to prove to her trainer and her colleagues that she was finally ready, Amy didn't know, but she did know one thing. She would finish the job. Amy first let herself fall quietly onto the balcony before jumping over the railing with one flank and landing lightly on the floor. Without hesitation, the young Spaniard resumed the chase and clung to the wizard's heels. Amy ran quickly across the light gray stone floor and past the white houses. The wizard must have recognized that he was being followed because he had a far greater lead than he should have had if he had just kept running. Amy stopped at a crossroads and looked around indecisively. There was no indication in which direction the wizard had gone. Three possibilities, but each of these possibilities could be wrong.A black figure flitted past Amy like a shadow and ran into one of the three streets. "This way," said the black shadow and ran on without waiting. The young Spaniard did not hesitate, lifted the skirt of her habit a little and followed the black shadows into the street. As she continued to run through the streets, he kept shouting to her in which direction to go. Soon they were back on the main street and stopped. Following the gaze of the black shadow, Amy spotted the wizard on the roof of a house and the barrel of the gun pointed at an important state figure. She couldn't let that go, she knew what the wizard wanted and what she had to do. Looking, her gaze wandered around. She was not allowed to use her weapon in public under any circumstances, there were too many people around for that. It was going to cause a mass panic and that was not in their interest. Secrecy and working in secret, these were the basic building blocks of her profession.The young Spaniard looked around for help looking for the black shadows, but this was no longer at her side. On her own, Amy made her way through the crowd and ran out into the street. She ran alongside a large and magnificently decorated carnival float. Only when she believed that as few people as possible were looking, did she open the driver's door and pull the surprised driver out as quickly as possible and then get into the car in his place. She had no experience with cars, but she was allowed to do her first at this very moment. True to the motto: Studying is about trying, she pressed a few buttons, levers and steered the steering wheel directly towards the house on whose roof the magician was lying and wanted to shoot. Amy drove through the street with a loud honk and very curvy and crashed into the wall before she could brake. The people on the street were suddenly in a state of excitement when they heard the noise and saw the car.The other carnival floats could no longer come by either and were hindered by the one that had crashed into the wall of the house and was now standing across the street. Since the cars weren't moving fast, nothing happened to the young Spaniard, she was just shaken. But she had achieved what she wanted, because the entire decoration on the car buried the wizard on the roof and prevented him from shooting. Amy looked proud of her work, but the pride didn't last long when she saw the other cars driving in their direction and trying to slow down. As fast as Amy could, she jumped out of the car. Immediately afterwards a carnival car drove into the one that was standing across and another drove onto it from behind. It went on and on until finally a whole number of the moving trucks had triggered a mass crash. The adults gathered around the place while the drivers got out of their cars angrily and yelled at each other who was to blame for this accident.It didn't take long until the angry drivers looked at the young Spaniard, who was standing next to the transverse car and looked innocent. Amy really hadn't wanted to achieve that. Nobody was injured or any real damage was done, but all the decorations, the jewelry and everything festively adorned from the carnival floats had spread out on the street and was a mess.
She was about to give an account when she heard a familiar voice calling her name out loud. Amy immediately spun around and stood in front of her trainer and supervisor, "Sir? Before you punish me for it, the wizard is up there on the roof and wanted to shoot the man. He's buried under the flower decorations and will probably be digging around soon out there if he's not arrested