A/N: I had this random idea and had to write it down
Once upon a time there lived a grey man called Alan blunt.
Everything about him was grey; His face, his life but not his job. He was head of Special Operations in Military Intelligence sector 6 but somehow he managed to make even that grey and dull and boring.
One day he was reading over his usual set of dull paper work that managed to look grey on his hands even though they were actually a blinding white. He put them on the grey desk in front of him and they went back to their normal almost glowing blinding white.
He then put a finger on them and they immediately stopped.
The grey papers said that two more of his spy's had died.
He didn't care particularly about the agents he cared about the failed operation. The agents were dead who cared.
He looked at the grey pigeon snoozing on the triple glazed sound proof windows' grey sill and then at the cloudy grey night time sky.
A white shooting star had found a crack in the dull grey clouds and was proudly shooting its whiteness along.
In a weird moment of white sentimentality, he connected with its whiteness, and wished for the 'best spy ever,' then the moment was over and the white star stopped glowing and being white and became grey too knowing that there would never be such a man so the man wishing upon her would be emotionless for the rest of his life unless his wish came true, and really, what were the chances of that?
Meanwhile Blunt did his best to forget the brief glimpse of colorful emotion he had had and how good and colorful it had felt, until he did and never felt emotion except grayness again.
A/N: YES I know its short but i already have the next chapter typed up and i can update way faster this way
I hope you like it.
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y = yes
n = no
o = ok
f = fabulous / fantasic
a = awful
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