A Spy's Legacy

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This is a story from a few years back. I'm not the spy so many people are after. In fact he died. No one knows how but he left a journal. Luckily my dad keeps his stuff close to me. Or i wouldn't have found it. But inside is exactly what lead up to his death. I havent read it yet. Im kind of scared to read it. Maybe I'll have to carry on what he's done. He taught me to do so just in case. But maybe he was kidding about that. I wouldn't know. Well right now my life's going well so taking up his mantle if I have to would be odd. I met a girl named Emma she is really nice. We met while I was walking my usual path i walk when I head to the forest. I take a secret path when I need to escape into a quiet zone. Its nice in a little bunker I made.

It's been a day since I've made that last entry about my dad. I think I'll take a look at it soon. Maybe on his birthday. As a tribute. But until then I'll wait to read it. His markings on the book are impressive. I'm surprised he liked carving. Something he showed me a small collection he made himself. I only knew with his initials marked on it with M.R. his name was Mark Rester. As for me I'm L.R. as in Luke Rester. My dad wanted me to take his name as a sign to anyone to make it known that when he dies he won't truly die. And its true. Even if hes gone hes with me in spirit. Always. Ive thought about this long enough. Its time to open up this journal and see what has made him who he is and was. And here we go..