Luka Kovačič and

The Cover Job

Chapter 1 ! 1:00am!

Ljubljana, Slovenia!

!Click, clack. Luka Kovačič, Secret Agent for

Slovenia, was at his huge house in the suburbs of Ljubljana. He was typing an email to his boss

on his computer . The words seemed to swirl around the page and Luka thumped his fist on the table in frustration. He thumped his fist a couple more times and then decided it was

useless. He went upstairs, took out a card from his wallet and swiped it along the frame of his favourite painting- a picture of a garden with flowers in a million colours. Red, blue, yellow, pink - he could go on for hours describing the

beauty of the painting, but he had more important things to do, such as going on

missions to find outlaws. Lately, he had found information about the countries spying on

Slovenia. As he entered, he burned with curiosity on what mission he would go on next.

Chapter 2!Ljublijana, Slovenia !

5:30am !Luka woke up with a start. His phone was beeping and flashing.He must have dozed off, as he had a lot of energy now.He walked over to his

computer, only to hear more beeping. He sat down at the chair, swirled

around a couple of times and tried to focus on the phone.It was his boss.He

was typing on a text message- Classified - Luka, I need you to get to Morocco. There is a Croatian spy over there. I need you to join forces with her

and track down the Montenegro spy chief general. He is unsafe for our

country. Luka-Yes sir.

!Luka pulled out his suitcase and stuffed it with his bare essentials - a pair of shoes, some clothes, makeup, two wigs, some

files and a pair of glasses. He also packed his ID. He exited his secret room and

entered his elevator which led him to a floor with a trapdoor. Luka opened the

trapdoor, slid down the pole and ran into a dark room with only grey walls. Luka took

out his wallet again, took out a different key card and then swiped it on a safe. He took

out a small model airplane. He set the model airplane on the floor, pressed the nose and then ran out of the way. Two

seconds later, the model plane was a full sized private jet with the flag of Slovenia

on the tail wing. Luka turned the crank and opened the door. . He picked up the

phone and dialed +212 3858 2048 459… !

Chapter 3 !Ljublijana, Slovenia!

5:35am

Chapter 4!Croatia/Bosnia and Hitzergovinia border.!

6:00 AM ! Luka was starving, he put his private jet on autopilot and went to his fridge. He opened it up and took out a packet of chicken, breadcrumbs,

ginger, a clove of garlic, soy sauce, potato starch and a bottle of vegetable oil. Ten minutes

later, he had one of his favourite snacks - japanese karaage - fried chicken. He munched happily on a piece while he walked back to the cockpit. He was approaching Sarajevo! He had

to turn. That region was full of military and air force. He needed to turn and go the other way.

He forgot about his hunger and veered his plane to the left. Luka’s heart beat fast. It was still dangerous. He looked at his GPS. Luka

steered the plane left and headed down the coastline of Italy.

He was safe- for now.

“Hello?” An exotic accent asked through the phone

“Hasim! How you doing, Hasim?” “Great!” Hasim replied.

“Can I ask you for a favour, Hasim? Can I land in your airstrip in Casablanca at noon?”

“Sure!” Hasim replied. Luka put down the phone grinning. He was on the job! He pressed a button and the wall facing the cockpit of his plane opened up like a garage door, revealing the lush countryside of Slovenia- the crystal

lakes, the green trees and tiny red roofs of the village nearby. He pressed on the throttle and

soared off into the blue sky.

Luka was descending into Morocco. He was almost there! He was zooming above fields

and farms, but they were only a pale small blur as he whizzed past. He pressed on the landing

gear, saw the airstrip and went down on it. It was almost noon! He had to meet the agent in Casablanca. He landed with a thud. He sped

down the runway and inhaled the Moroccan air which came through from a tiny crack in the

window. He exited the cockpit, and headed to the passenger seat closest to a tiny drawer with

many model jeeps, cars, helicopters which were manufactured the same way as his

airplane. He took out a jeep and pressed the nose 10 times for 10 seconds. He picked it up and and ran out of the plane and closed the door. Then it was only his suitcase, the jeep

and him. Luka pressed the top of the jeep and it grew into the full sized jeep. He tossed his

suitcase into the back and got in.. He accelerated and left of in a cloud of sand.

Chapter 5 !Casablanca, Morocco!

11:45am

Luka approached a woman with blonde hair with a streak of red put up in a bun wearing a

flight attendant costume. “I am Skylar” she said in a quiet voice. He

realised that she was the Croatian spy that he was ordered to join forces with. He shook her hand and gestured for her to follow him. He led her into his jeep and got into the driver’s seat. He needed a safe place to talk to her.

Luka had an idea. He pressed a button on the jeep and it turned into a limo. “Where is the

our target - the spy general?” Luka asked in a hushed voice.

“In Marrakech, but he is on the move.” ”Okay then, let’s go to Marrakech.”

“You need a cover job first.” ”How ‘bout a vendor at the souks?”

“Sure” she said. Luka walked to the driver seat and pressed hard on the accelerator.

They were on the job!

Chapter 6 !Casablanca, Morocco !

12:00

Luka came out of the bathroom in the limo. He was dressed in arab clothing - a thawb; an arab robe.

“What do you think?” he asked Skylar. “Very nice” she said smiling while adjusting her own burqa; a muslim headdress for women. He got out some hats, arab style shoes, and some

spices from a cabinet which he had filled when he had to go on a similar mission to Bahrain.

He got out a couple of blankets and sticks and stepped into the fresh breezy air. He approached a stall and caught the eye of a fellow vendor and saw that nod. He set up his stall and he started

yelling out in arabic - “Hats! Hats for sale! Fresh spices at discount prices!” Skylar walked towards

the stall and brought out a book which was actually a camera. She pointed it towards the other

stalls and secretly started video recording the scene.

Chapter 7! Marakkech, Morocco !

2:30 pm!

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Skylar caught the eye of a bald man with a suit on. Her eyes became big behind her burqa and then she turned to Luka. She

whispered to him “He is right there!” “Act normal. Be cool” Luka said. Skylar

nodded and started to talk to a customer.She had a brave fierce glint in her eyes. They knew that it was hard to

tackle him alone. They needed to wait for backup.The smells of spices wafted

through the air which just added to the commotion. They started to pack up the stall when the spy general’s eyes drifted

towards Luka and Skylar.. He blinked and started to walk towards them. Skylar

pretended she was in a hurry and grabbed Luka’s wrist and ran towards the limo. She

was shaking. Luka pressed on the accelerator and sped off in a cloud of dust.

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Chapter 8!3:00 !

Marrakesh, Morroco

Chapter 8 ! Marrakesh,Morocco

5:00 pmUnknown to the general, Luka had cleverly planted a camera on his

campervan during their chance meeting at the souk. Now it was time to check the footage. He was shocked by what he saw : there was a table with a piece of paper. It said - “Plans for attacks on Slovenia and Croatia- Missiles - 200 km an hour” He directed the camera to somewhere else. The general’s gadgets lay on the floor. Luka gasped . They were very

dangerous! There was a mercury gun, a grenade, and many other weapons. Luka

picked up the phone and dialed his boss,who gave him instructions to call the Algerian agents as back up to surround

the general’s camper van.

Chapter 9!Marrakech,Morocco!

6:00 pm!The Moroccan sunset illuminated the vast sky like

paintbrush strokes across an everlasting blue canvas. Luka was confident. Very confident. Too confident. He walked right up to the general’s camper van. He

started to scream - ”YOU DIRTY OUTLAW! YOU CANNOT GO

ANYWHERE NOW! YOU ARE USELESS. COME OUT AND SURRENDER TO SLOVENIA. YOU DOUBLE

CROSSING NO GOOD CRIMINAL!” The camper van door slid open and the general

walked out. He was holding a blowtorch, a grenade and a mercury gun in his hand.

“Put your hands up.” he said to Luka. He was smirking evilly with a scary glint of purple in his eyes reflecting from the sunset. Crows were gathering around them,

only to make the situation more eerie. For a frightening moment, Luka was starting to was say goodbye to the world. Two seconds later, a streak of red, green and

white, the colours of the Algerian flag,went across the sky. Luka started grinning while the

general’s smirk seemed to melt off even in the cool evening breeze.

“Why are you smiling? the general asked in a high reedy voice.

“You’ll see in a moment” Luka said still grinning.

Chapter 10 Marrakech, Morocco

6:01 pm!“Please put your hands up!” Suddenly,

out of nowhere, the general was outnumbered by Algerian agents and

Skylar.The general put his hands up and glared at Luka. “You will pay for this!” he repeated over and over in a mad rage, the veins on his forehead bulging.. The Algerian agents handcuffed the general and took him into the jeep. “Finally! We

got him to shut up!” Luka said with a grin. Skylar smiled but frowned when her

watch started beeping. “I have to get back home!” Skylar said. They got in the

Limo and transformed it back into a private jet. They sped into the sand and zoomed into a triumphant cloud of dust.

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