Hoarding Information
It was not that I was going to hoarder all the information, but if you send me on a mission and I end up in the dance floor with a man like that, a former experience starts to reveal the stored information of professional body readers. "They are going to be watching me and being followed won't stop me from hiding the fact that I'm on the go" Yep, the executive prime director of the secret agency was not really under Tony's investigations team, nor even those back in the future, they need it the quantum computer but it relates to them in alternative paths, nodded back. "I got it, but let me have a little fun, alright?" It succeeded in classifying the case to have the team undertaking it both extremes.
Hoarders of Information are easy to find in the espionage industry, our secrets form Everest task away from the investigation team, we have to select by million bits per second, decisions that will run through or over us, in a particular perspective we are mobiles of information targeting a goal in commune, this goals whom made us turn away from people, living secretively, organising the undergrounds of political spheres and those who pull the strings. When uncovering a pathway, is like following a psychopath, not just the "interference" that conclusion based on fact. While being one on the go, there is a sort of crazy instinct guided by experience and don't take me wrong, you are given a job as an agent and you get to turn your enemies as your best friends, even if they find dangers who might unleash secrets in the wrong hands, you have to be cautious, then you have to turn back and here we go again, to whom you belong were there is so much stacking, it becomes as a dance floor of informants saying nothing unless its convenient to the corporation, ring or government who supports them, meanwhile the DJ keeps playing the music, till the business draws a guide to stop your connections, because is not convenient to the case, each side will want to win and I'm stuck in between.
Still half thinking, on the ladies room (recapturing a happening) the unhappy can't develop a self image by pure will power, so I followed the instructions and calmed down for the high risks, the quantum electromagnetic particles such in micro as in macro spectrums can lead and point the ends with astonishing high precision.
The secret mission prepared me in the past to pass many layers in time space, it will be dangers if is not in the right hands. The less mirrors and reflections of super intelligence in the virtual reality of robotics and quantum mechanics the better, for it shall not mix with the reality of history in human kind. There are many historical characters investing on this approach against human nature, and a bad investment will skip their power from human hands, Tony knew this, but the future held alternative information away from from the busy business of his collection, he might never forgive me, even if we fought for the same cause and might never trust me again. Because this was a mission called for prevention with the leaders missing, was difficult to find a security area to explain Her Majesty's secret Service the importance, mean while was stuck in the Royal Casino. Unable to display the hoarded information.
There she came tracking my movements in the Lady's room, shadowing her quarry, me, she had to get close in her heel to foot down her dominion and threatened me to death silently if I continued the mission, that they will catch me if I don't give it to her.
I was like "What? Im a married tourist, excuse me?" And walked out for nothing they had to catch up, having me dead wont lead them to what they wan't. Could strip the open side of my skirt to the side and take dig the dagger in her to put her way by discomforting me, but it was bogus to kill her. A life is precious and is irrelevant to play such acts, as this type of agents never change in order to get the power of information in their only hands.
The casino seemed to have full of thousand stealthy sounds, talkative people while the music played, suddenly as I walk towards him, because I can't show him the pressure that runs behind me, overlook shape shifting my emotions focusing on the profile I'm covering, as he went down the hall and told me a few other things, danced, his lips were sealed, could sense the fear on the dance floor, accurately followed his lead as he flipped my body around my hand, returning to him, what a gentleman, calm and firm. How wear it's to find one like him on the field. So he gave me instruction and muttered.
At the scene people wheeling at the large roulettes, playing the games in the machines as well, so walked besides him rolling my eyes to not look at him too much, so we seat down I guess he had his business up coming, presumed there were no random coincidences for the given location.
The players debated on the table for their number, I had been right next to him as the participants laughed with fever for their win, traded no suspects in the table until this other impostor came closely, all I could do was simply drop a stuck pile of poker chips and slide down to take them, there was so much suspense in the table anyways for the amounts of being under a vet that, I simply made my way under it, thinking...
... nothing pretty much, was not ready for having even my mind followed as this man knew me and if my life is in risk, so is the case.