In my room was, not very aware if Manhattan, London or in Outer Space because when I'm going around an old track of the CD list, is kind of a joke to remember were I came from till the number of the last ten top hits, makes me giggle inside and started dancing around.

  Hey this is my life and part of it perhaps I own it to music, studying in the conservatory it was all in the rhythm, the classes of sol-fa, its a mathematical square of rhythms and spaces, not just the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si ,that early youth from the stage of 4 years gets you even in the green lights of the traffic to drive harmoniously without getting the stops, playing piano the same songs with different longer or shorter, deeper or tinny taps, that thought me so much, wished everyone was contagious by the non stop melodies that run through the universe at last. Flute has being my favourite, specially playing it to the audience of the Cows in the British Boarding school, I used to carry it on my belt every were in India and play it as a teen while a Master was giving his discourse, I could read his meaning without understanding what he was talking about and I knew was talking about me as I singed him back. All those instruments and dances classes too, it serve me well being a spy, for the fun, not that I needed, perhaps the last tiny spark in my sobriety tried to tell me that it was fine. At least I know what is this for and a nice refreshment glances rhythm over my legs to jump and move around, bump along the carpet, danced whatever it was it made me happy. Oh, well the mission calls, vital needs. I'm not going to dance alone forever, hey! Imagined a man, something fancy for Friday nigh. "Please, don't send me a female agent" Exclaimed back to the electronic locator as it gave me the address and the auto destructive communicator puffs in the air, the smoke broke, like well.

  And here was again handling the drive of the mobile, a couple of cars were circling on my way, they shall have look better. If you are going on my path, move the accelerator to your destination or get off aside my psychic, today is a hair day, I must go to the bank and open the safety security cage to get the info, before stoping in the hair salon, that is as important for the new cover. 

 Tackled different terrains on the map as usually was being followed, tacking a different terrain without having to hide, to teach them a lesson and let them see me, to let me be will be that I'm simply enjoying my way with the given road curving arcs that followed the swept in the driveway and if they can't show up and catch the information, then they loose the game. Avoided stoping in a mud leaving foot prints, if they get closer by the evidence I can provide them alter information, anyways, we spies exchange as few things.

   So, shadowing is one of the basic tasks of a spy, the person who is doing the tracking is called a "Tail", the one being tracked (me) is the "Quarry," Damn between the satellite technology, the car recognition, it was impossible to go without them noticing, those who follow me, have teach well in the past and now they are the best in the espionage business. So, whatever, what can I do, at some point if they want it, they can have it, in a laps of seconds decisions will come up for action does move quite fast. 

  As I parked and let go of the keys to the man's duty, the lobby boy points to the direction with a nod towards the ballroom, as there is nothing to really to ask, time is running quickly. The chandeliers are lit with such enlightenment that it makes me feel all undercover and exposed at the same time, some are dress up, some not, I was tall in this high heals it curves every step as my body breaths clinging inside the white satin to exist, was wearing a sparkly eye's cat makeup, and my hair was being brushed and curled into one side in a soft gleaming soft spray and gel to maintain it up together.

  Gleaming in pastel colours would say I was quite nervous to meet him, vibrating like a dusky jewel who shimmered to stand quiet. So, I set there pretending that I don't know and that I don't care, at this time could tell was not working well, anyhow, crossed my legs to the side seemingly placing my shoes a few inches above the other and ordered two martinis and blinked to the man who was standing in the bar, Bond, James Bond. So, he came we talked a little and went to the ladies room to retouch my makeup, smoothly and before the mirror to take another breath powdered above my breast and maybe painted nervously my lips a little more over the line. What, the heck, he won't care, I'm a professional!

   So returning back, held my drink and stood up after him, he was so mysterious as when seating down or standing that it perplexed me to think that he was standing before me. "James all I need is new documentation, the passports have been retained, what would you want me to do?" 

   He is a handsome British man, giving him too much information would scare him, considering that traveling through space was a currency of my speciality, something Tony Ignored at large, it was fun, the Quantum computer and the Brown Van from Scott Land, Aunt man as he was the only clue filmed on the entrance of the building's camera on file Arcade.  The missing leaders were indeed a fascination of mine, but no one believed in me, Hulk has his temper every time I tried to go softy on him taking it as a sexual assault of mine. Miss him dearly, is all him I wanted. And Captain America gone. Recently cracked a psycho cybernetic code and there is another extend who is after me as well. 

  I guess the girls of Bond are no different from me, present overlooking at him. "There is a banker with Vegas connections, but he is so disgusting to meet" Flipped my eyes drinking magnums of Martini, with a dry voice. "They are reputed man to be involved with drugs, vice, robbery and murder, so unglamorous James! Please help me" He might probably know more than now, but the secret agents copied everything screwing the expression of my confidentiality who whore me out till the third level of my mind, there are 300 billion dollars at risk and one hell of a story. A little frantically, posed my hand in his torso and calm him a little as he paused. "Every hotel has a ghost" Like, I don't want to be one of them, fascinated by the structure of his body and voice moved my pupils without changing my eyes and facial position letting him know I was being followed and couldn't help it, had previously made him know that could only be trusted in the moment, by the name I was wearing, unless there was something else to discover the exclusive key club of his.