My Classified Life

Chapter Four: The Mental Institution Will Be Here in Five

Turns out Mother was right, I was sooo jet lagged. I slept for hours once I got home. Christina passed out in our spare bedroom and she was waiting for me to get up the next morning. It was almost noon when I climbed out of bed and into the stylish white and black guest room. Christina was sitting up in bed with my laptop in her lap and her fingers were quickly typing away. She looked up at me as I walked into the room.

“You're up. Finally!”

“You are still in your PJ's too.”

“So. I've been busy this morning. It's important that if there really is something going on here we start to document all our run-in with those boys. I've been typing up our whole conversation that went on yesterday.”

“Smart. I should probably do that too. But first.. let me read it!” I lurched for the laptop but she took it away from my grasp and I fell onto the bed next to her.

“No!” Christina sounded deeply offended.

“Oh come on! You can read mine! Puh-leez!” I pouted my lip and did my special puppy dog face at her.

Christina glared at me but eventually sat the laptop down on the bed and got up from her seat.

“While you read it, I'm going to get us some lunch.” she stormed out of the room and down the hallway to the stairs. I waited until I could hear her going down them before starting to read.

The page read:

March 14, 2011

Reykjavik, Iceland

Hallgrimskirkja

Noon

Operative Christina Jones

I had only finished telling Emily Smith, best friend and partner in crime, to steal the Holy Book while I stood guard in the sanctuary with a set of twin, rusted bells in hand. I sat on a very uncomfortable and squeaky chair in one of the back hallway around a corner. I heard footsteps coming, one pair, I was about to ring the bells when I observed that the person of interest (from here on referred to as POI) was the young man that Emily and I had served mass with as part of our cover. The POI was of average height, 5'9 to 5'11, had short dirty blond hair and dark brown eyes. The POI smiled at me and I returned the gesture. The POI was still wearing the robes Emily and I had used as our cover and was aiming to enter the room were said Emily was in view stealing the Holy Book. I rose from my lookout position and encountered the POI in conversation that took place as follows:

“halló.” the POI greeted.

“Hello.”

“Do you not speak Icelandic?”

“Not very well.”

“I shall teach you a few phrases then.” The operative at this time smiled at the POI.

“Hvernig hefur þú það í dag? Means How are you today?” The operative at this time repeated the phrase.

“I'm very well, thanks for asking.” the POI responded in a humorous fashion and the operative responded with laughter.

“Ég fíla hláturinn þinn ”

“What does that mean?”

“I like your laugh.” Both the operative and the POI smiled at this point.