DaeShonHolley
I never understood how drastic change could be. Until Dad died. But I wasn't loosing any sleep over it. Why would I? I never really had a dad. A father, maybe, but never a Dad. So why would I care about him. No, he wasn't important, but the events that spiraled out of control because of him were. Before I was apart of anything even remotely related to espionage, I knew that it was too romanticized in movies and novels. But here I am. Being a spy. And starting to dislike it. Max Carmikel, where did your luck turn sour?
Life is sweet. Well, a little bittersweet, but hey, without bitter, you couldn't have sweet. Dad's dead; the bitter. But, look at the life he gave us. Sweet. now, don't get me wrong, when push comes to shove, I shift myself into serious mode, but it's all been on the push side so far. I don't know about Max. He seems like he doesn't see the awesomness that comes with this spy thing. He'll come around to it eventually. Kilo Carmikel, when did life give you so many lemons?