CONSPIRACY aka attack

This was the chance
I’d waited for all morning
Thick unbroken clouds
No satellites can see me now
As I run across the frontier bridge
Soon to be safe
With information to sell

But wait
That man
Trenchcoated and trilbied
Suspicious hand
In lumpy pocket
Shaded eyes
But purposeful stride
How?
How have they intercepted me?

I’ll run for it
But have no hope
Five more loping strides to freedom
I hear a phutt
And get kicked three strides forward
And falling
Black tunnel
Falling
Last thought
Cameras
Streetlights…