It was nearly 5:30 on a winter's evening in Prague, in the Czech Republic. A three story Arabian Estate served as headquarters for the terrorist organization Devil's Hand run by the man known only as Belial. It was dark outside the days being short in the winter. Belial's right hand man Harry Deel stood unlocking the door to his office. Inside the office two hands were busy screwing a silencer onto the barrel of a .38 caliber automatic. Deel opened the door and walked in.
He crossed the room to his desk and began looking through it, turning on a desk lamp instead of the over-head light. It became apparent that he couldn't find what he was looking for.
"Looking for this?" said a voice with a smirk in it, Deel wheeled around and saw a dark clad figure standing in the corner of the darkened office. His face was obscured by the shadows. All that could be seen were two very intense eyes. The figure was holding up a Manila Envelope with the words MI-6: TOP SECRET stamped on it in big red letters.
"YOU!" snapped Deel
"Me." Replied his Visitor Calmly. Suddenly Deel when for his gun, but before he could even lift it to shoot he had been shot twice. He slumped over the desk, setting off the alarm with his last ounce of strength.
His visitor walked out of the office with a quick stride, the envelope under his arm. Two guards rounded the corner only to both take a bullet in the leg before they even knew what was going on. Then the visitor's gun went to work in earnest. Clearing the way before him has he walked down the staircase and straight toward the back-door.
The stranger stepped out of the back door and headed toward the street. As he walked he pressed a button on his watch and the entire estate exploded into a massive fire ball. As the police and the fire department pulled up none of them noticed the Jet black Aston-Martin DBS that pulled out and disappeared up the street.
3 hours later… MI-6 Headquarters: London, England.
M the operations commander for MI-6 walked into her office to find that she had a visitor. She pulled down the shades and switched off the surveillance camera's. The stranger stepped into the light. The Manila Envelope landed on her desk.
"One Envelope full of the Free world's Military secrets returned to you as requested." Said her visitor.
"Thank you," said M, "You've done well, Ghost." She pulled out 5 packs of 100 dollar bills and gave them to the Ghost.
" A Little something for your trouble," she said, "now you'd better go back to the hotel and get some sleep. You have a concert to go to tomorrow afternoon and your friends Lola and Hannah will not be happy if you don't show up.
Oliver smiled,
"You're right," he said, "goodbye, Aunt M," he slipped out the side door and hailed a cab the Aston-martin was for business and had a lot of factory extras.
Miley's not the only one with a double life.
