My hotel room was hit at 2a.m. this morning. In the downpour of bullets I was only to grab one of my bags before escaping through the fire escape. Luckily, I made it out alive but I’ve got very few weapons and ammunition. Not to mention that there are only a few things in my bag to build a disguise with.
I’m going to enter the factory at midday while everyone is at lunch. This is the only time the guards place their guns back in their holsters. They’re plump men who like to use both hands to devour their meals.
This is the story of an international spy’s first mission. She is just beginning to scope out the Bronte factory to find a way in.
Luck is on her side. There is a small garage in the back that is no longer in use and if the blue prints she found are correct, there is also a little known passage into the factory through here.
Tomorrow she will enter in disguise and gather information on the factory owner, Edwardo Bronte, and his black market dealings. Edwardo is an evil man who has spent most of his life engaged in selling various contraband, drugs, and even the occasional organ.
If I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain:- Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit broad awake!
By Robert Louis Stevenson
Many Christmases ago, I received a children’s book of poetry. I loved it. And til this day I still think about the first time I read some of what would become my favorite poems. Have you ever been inspired by a poem?
I’m considering including more ‘lifestyle’ posts here on LoveNiki. Fun posts, random post, a little bit of everything for girls who love fashion and style but are also interested in a little something extra. Let me know your thoughts :)