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She laughed. It was a high-pitched icy sound. But besides that, I could see the good intent of the woman.

The black haired, slim woman, trotted toward me. "You are so delightful!"

"Please, Ms. Rothman," I pushed my chair away from the table in case I had to escape her.

"You are free to call me, Julia," she told me.

Julia seemed very polite. She was...to the people that work for her. She works for Scorpia. It's a group of people that commit assassinations and terrorism. Julia was one of the higher ranked people in this group.

I'm sure you're getting the wrong idea now. So if these guys are murderers and terrorists and I know it, why am I here? Here is my story and it just so happens that I am pretending to work for them to get inside information.

"Yes, well, Julia," I told her, "I am flattered that you invited me down here but would it be all right if I excused myself for the night? I would like to head to bed early so I can be ready for tomorrow."

I knew she would agree. She gave me everything I desired because I did what she told me.

Julia looked silently put down before saying, "Yes. That is a fine idea. I shall speak with you again tomorrow before you go."

Her sadness showed a sign of weakness in her and I guessed I was one of the few who had ever seen her in this state. It made her appear more human.

I excused myself and headed out to my room. I had to prepare for my class tomorrow even though I would soon be off working on an important case. An assassination.

As I walked off, I started to ponder how I could feel sorry for the crazy woman I had just left in the other room.

I hate to see people in pain but I can identify when it is necessary that I don't help them.

My thoughts switched to my wife, Helen. I could not stand to be without her so soon after we were married. I wouldn't be able to speak to her again, face-to-face until I returned from Australia.

I went to my room and avoided turning on the light because I already knew where everything was.

I pulled out a cell phone, which was used namely for calling MI6. No doubt my charade as a assassin at Scorpia was a dangerous job when I was working for MI6, the good guys. In American, I think it would be called...the CIA? It is curious job but I do it as a tribute to my country.

I dialed the number and brought the phone to my ear. It was a mobile phone and the latest type of technology, which I got from my friend and co-worker, Smithers. He works at MI6 as well.

Alan Blunt, an agent of importance was on the other line.

"I am heading out to Australia tomorrow," I told him.

"I am aware. You're bugging device you wore on your suit tonight was an excellent receptor," Mr. Blunt said.

"It is Smithers you must thank for that." I heard footsteps passing the door. "I must go. I shall keep you updated."

"We will be awaiting your next call."

As I believe you have figured out, I am a double agent spying on Scorpia for MI6. My name...is John Rider.