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Infiltrate the gala, swap the codes, and avoid the charming spy. You thought your instructions were simple...
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The invitation was a heavy, gilded cardstock, cheerfully reflecting the twinkling lights strung above the driveway as I strolled up to the door.
“Check, Donovan,” I mutter, barely moving my mouth, feigning an interest in the ornate architecture of the Gilded Age mansion before me.
“All clear, Scout,” the voice in my ear came through clearly, the minute microphone working perfectly. “Move to th...
I thought my instructor said I had the easy job today, but I know she’s just taking it out on me when I won at bowling night. That’s alright, I’ll make sure to surprise her with something later.
Now how the hell do I get out of this vent again?
Squirming her way inch by inch, Talia steadies her breathing making sure no sound is heard by the guards below her. She was picked for this job only beca...
Ah. Crap.
I adjust my tie and watch as Aurel moves towards me. My palms are sweaty as I try to rub them gracefully on the front of my waistcoat.
This.
Cannot.
Be happening.
The mission was so simple when I was first instructed. Get into the damned gala, swap the codes to the vault, and avoid-
I failed.
I failed.
I failed.
Oh gods, I failed.
The...
In the bustling city of Tokyo, Agatha, a sleek and determined young spy, slipped into the grand gala organized by Setsuo, the esteemed mayor, with a mission burning in her mind. She maneuvered through the glittering crowd, her curly hair cascading over her shoulders like a protective veil.
As she reached the target, Setsuo, Agatha felt a tingling sensation run down her spine. "This is it," she mu...
As she entered the opulent ballroom, Sophie scanned the room for her target. She spotted him across the dance floor, his charm evident as he smoothly conversed with the guests. The mission was simple: swap the codes without alerting anyone, especially Alexander.
Sophie approached the elegant display where the codes were kept, her heart pounding with anticipation. Just as she was about to make her...
There was no room for mistake in thievery. Annabelle knew it, her mother knew it, and her mother before her. Theft was a trait so rooted in their bloodline, it was considered second nature, a sixth sense.
Anna glided around the ballroom balcony. Spacious with black tile and a high ceiling, it overlooked the floor below, filled by people with a desire to be bureaucratic. _Such simpletons_, her ex...
The opulent hotel room is pitch dark except for a sliver of yellow light streaming in through a slightly ajar hotel window curtain. Cassandra sits beside the window with a long set of binoculars, concentrating her gaze through them. We do not see what she is looking at.
An alarm clock suddenly rings, intruding Cassandra's concentration. She sighs deeply, stands up, and stretches her long, slend...
**POP**!
The cork flew through the air, the crowd cheering as the champagne flowed. He wasn’t here for drinks, sadly, he had a job to do. He looked across the crowded ball room, moving through the dancing couples like a snake in the grass. The slight tap in his pocket and the addition of weight told him everything he needed to know as he snaked back out, making his way to the door.
Or at least ...
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