S.P.A.D.E.S. (on hold)

Everyday at 6am, like many other grown men, I make my way to work. My job, however, doesn't involve things that a normal job does. For instance, others go through the day complaining about their job and can't wait until they can go home at the end of the day, to their family's maybe. But in my case, I have no family to go home to; I wake up hoping to get called into work because there's nothing I love more then doing what I do. I don't do paper work most days; I don't sit in front of a computer all day. Well then what is it that I do you may ask? I'm an agent for a secret spy agency called S.P.A.D.E.S., it stands for some long confusing name that I can never fully remember so I just call it S.P.A.D.E.S.