Whispers

Two secret agents,

They both met within a lane.

Walking by each other,

The old routine again.

A little information swap,

Between the US and UK.

One agent of the SIS,

Other of the CIA.

A mission not impossible,

No action, fear, or dread.

The drop was made, they both walked on,

But left many things unsaid.

Both in past been left for dead,

Both had tackled a rogue nation.

Protocol? To be like ghosts.

To their rising consternation.

Mission done, they both walked on,

No words uttered by their voice.

Both chosen their paths to walk,

Both of them had made their choice.