James Maverick

New York City, April 1, 1922.

James Maverick a twenty-three year old spy for I.S.O the (International, Spy, Operation,)

Maverick' P.O.V.

I walked down the streets to the I.S.O headquarters, after a while I came to the front entrance of the tall white stone building in front of me, I walked into the office of the I.S.O. Building, I had just got back from an assignment in India early this morning so I was not too enthused when I got a call from my boss saying to meet him in his office, I didn't even have time to change out of my dirty cloth, I still had grass stains on my maroon shirt, light brown vest and honey tie that hung loosely around my neck, my dark brown pants and burnt orange leather boots still had mud caked on them along with my burnt orange leather gloves, my warm silk skin was no different, twigs and mud also resided in my dirty blonde hair, I'm exhausted, my blue eyes were heavy from lack of sleep, I had been running through the jungle almost all night long.

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