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[Today has been very trying for poor Spy, even though he's only been awake for a little less than half an hour. He awoke, not to the sound of the usual alarms, but to a shrill child's voice telling him cheerfully to 'Wake up, Dad!'. For the first time in a very long time, Spy did something as undignified as falling out of bed. Now he's sitting on the side of the bed in a house he's never seen before, wearing clothes he has also never seen before but already wants to burn. To calm his nerves, he does what he does best -- he snoops. A thorough search of the room fails to reveal his clothing and, even more worryingly, his cigarettes (and the disguise kit he keeps them in, and any of his other gear, for that matter). It does, however, reveal a phone. It's not as though he knows many numbers, so he tries the RED Base comm system, which inevitably redirects to the whole of Mayfield.]
Does anyone know what is going on here? Anyone at all? As a man who makes eet practice to have as few personal ties as possible, I have no one to call who can confirm zhat I am not insane.
Zhese photos on zhe wall do not even look doctored, but my memory does not lie -- I have trained eet not to. I have no wife, I have no children. I do not picnic. And I would never wear such tasteless suits, let alone go outside without my mask.
I cannot guarantee a reward for information, but eet would be appreciated nonezheless.
And cigarettes. I need one.
Does anyone know what is going on here? Anyone at all? As a man who makes eet practice to have as few personal ties as possible, I have no one to call who can confirm zhat I am not insane.
Zhese photos on zhe wall do not even look doctored, but my memory does not lie -- I have trained eet not to. I have no wife, I have no children. I do not picnic. And I would never wear such tasteless suits, let alone go outside without my mask.
I cannot guarantee a reward for information, but eet would be appreciated nonezheless.
And cigarettes. I need one.