Ian Wainscott and Martin Blain a journalist/ author arrives in Vienna to meet an old friend, and vacation only to discover that his friend has died under suspicious circumstances. Soon Friday and Melanie arrive to join in the fun. Determined to unco...
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This story is one that does not make sense at the best of times so I will try my best to explain it very carefully so as not to confuse an infuriatingly idiotic mind belonging to one such as yourself.
This story starts on a train.
This train is traveling to Vienna in Germany.
On this train traveling to Vienna is 16-year-old Ian Wainscott and his rather rushed acquaintance Mr. Martin Blain.
You might know Ian, but I highly doubt it. He is an agent working for Interpol's youth department. He's confidence and wit are immeasurable as well as his arrogance and ego.
One more thing I might add before the beginning of the story is Ian is handsome. Way to handsome. Think about the handsomest person you've ever met and multiply by 50, then you may be able to have some grasp of how handsome he is. You may think I'm exaggerating (and maybe I am a little) but there have been countless accounts of him being mistaken for a Greek god.
I suggest you shield your eyes, or you may make a mistake many a one have made before you and have your pencil case imploded.
As for Mr. Martin Blain you may have heard of him as he is a slightly famous author from America. He is only 34 but he has managed to gain some credit by writing novels; his main genre being westerns, mysteries, and thrillers.
He is quiet an interesting character as he has tendency's to be rather loud and outspoken. But his heart is in the right place. It's just his mind which can make seem a bit eccentric.
He may also be considered handsome although not nearly as much as Ian. He has red flaming hair and grey eyes. He has a rather unsettledness in his face as if he were about to pounce at you at the drop of a pin.
He and Ian met only week ago on accord of Mr. Bernie Barnes. He is Ian's stepdad, and a good friend of Martin's.
How they ended up traveling to Austria together, you might ask? Well Marty (Martin) was offered a job, by a friend of his Harry Smyth, and Marty was in search for a travel companion. Bernie suggested Ian as he needed a holiday.
So, they met up in a café and it was decided, Ian will be accompanying Martin to Vienna.
It was also decided Friday Barnes and I (Melanie Pelly) would come and arrive in Vienna a day after. Me and Friday are also Interpol agents.
I might inform you a bit on Friday Barnes. Friday is highly intelligent; she is often the smartest person in the room, although though many do not realise it until she opens her mouth. Her intelligence has led her to become a remarkable detective and an irreplaceable addition to Interpol. She is also my best friend.
When you look at her your eyes might just drift over her. Making you to conclude she's rather plain. If you're an absolute monster you may even, consider her ugly. But if you look at her more closely, you'll start to take in her thick light brown hair and, honey-coloured eyes and realise she remarkably pretty.
This is exactly what Ian did and across over time, a few bumps, false accusations, a truckload of bickering and some illegal schemes they became a somewhat normal couple.
I would love to tell you a bit about myself but I'm honestly quiet boring. I sleep a lot. I'm a natural at archery. I'm a human lie detector. I listen to Taylor Swift.
But all I really need to survive is food, water, sunlight, shelter, and Fearless on full blast. If I do the math right (which I probably won't) I am the equivalent of a house plant. Preferably a cactus.
Any way I'm going to start the story because I'm sick of talking to you.
