Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy Novels & Stories

“I heard teenage girls like this certain dude in an anime show or something and he’s around social media so maybe I could blend in with these kids.” Right. As a spy, of course, Theodore always changed his hairstyle and his wardrobe to blend to the surrounding of his mission. No one knows how he actually looked like. He could be a normal vendor, a doctor, a rockstar, an artist or anything that he could blend in his surroundings as he discreetly spies anyone. He’s like a chameleon. And in the spy code: Don’t reveal your real name. Of course, the name Theodore Doyle is not actually his real name.

Spade was the first to get out of the bathroom, Nate came out a few minutes after him, he was stopping himself so badly from sniffing himself, unlike the first time he had come here, he actually used Spade's bathroom product and now he officially smelt like Spade, everything, from his manly hair shampoo, his soap and even the new unopened bottle of cologne that Nate had used on himself Everything about him smelt like Spade, down to the clothes he was wearing, it was an oversized black Adidas sweatshirt, and a black sweatpants, that he had to fold over two times at the waist to get it to stop going down.

SSHS 42 A spy. Mostly is a person who secretly works for a secret organisation who’s really good at keeping their identity hidden from the world. A spy may learn or have received an adequate— if not— advanced training in all fields possible that they might encounter during a job or a mission, anything outside of those training are personal experiences they have attained. A spy must be always in a low profile, secretive and speaking of little information about themselves, must have critical thinking, always calm, always logical, always calculative. No move must be wasted, no opportunity must be wasted— as a spy, it is a must to be a disciplined person who upholds the orders of their employer,

Of course, off to duty Shazia I smiled exiting the room, this is what my life is this is what I do, this is what I am. An agent of ISI Shazia khan "Shazia" I stopped in my tracks at the familiar voice

We both looked at the woman in black when she spoke. "Daniell Jane Cruz." My eyes widened when she mentioned my full name. "Cyrille Bertiz." Cyrille and I looked at each other. "H-how did you know our name?" Cyrille asked tremblingly. The woman did not answer. We also couldn’t see her face because it was covered. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.” My hand kept shaking. That song