Milwaukee, Wisconsin, U.S.A

"….Are you sure this is the place, Lukas?"

"It should be.. according to my GPS-Mini, anyway…"

It was 8:15 PM… at least, in Milwaukee's time zone. It was dark outside and as both Lukas and Emil followed the direction uploaded inside Lukas's GPS-Mini, they found themselves in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where there was… nothing but a few cars, a small alley, a few trash cans, and a garbage bin.

After Lukas parked his new 2014 Appletree Green Aston Martin Vanquish, he gazed the entire place with his stoic-looking eyes. There seemed to be nothing in there… was it all just a trick?

"Over there! There's a door with lights on it!" Emil pointed out as he directed his focus to behind. Lukas peeked and sure enough, there was a brown door with old-fashioned door hinges, a few plaques, and lamp-like lights at the sides, looking as if it was the porch of a simple suburban house. "Could this be the entrance?"

"Perhaps… we should go check." As they got off, they headed to where the door was. They had to keep an eye out for any gangsters or somebody suspicious though, as they might be around in empty places like this.

The door was squeezed into a triangular-prism-like corner and there was a big black plaque next to it on the left. The words on the plaque said (not counting the ones at the bottom left corner, which looked hard to see):

INTERNATIONAL EXPORTS, LTD.

770 FRONT ST.

When they got in, they noticed that the inside looked a bit like a regular house, with dark wooden stairs, beige walls, and many picture frames. However, they started to think twice when they saw a young lady with blond dreadlocks down at the right, wearing black clothes similar to what a gypsy would wear.

"Please stand against the back wall." The lady instructed. The sudden order made the brothers's eyebrows raised up, but they did as she said.

But what they didn't know was that from inside the real restaurant, there were many people watching the footage of the two in the gray flat-screen TV…

"Put out your arms like this, please." The lady now said, putting her own as a demonstration into what looked like a crossed-arm position. "Kick your legs up this high and as fast you can."

Lukas and Emil stared at each other in confusion, wondering why were they supposed to do that. It was suddenly growing confusing…

"..From what she said…. isn't it like the Cossack dance?" Emil cannot help but to ask in a quiet voice.

"Something like that," Lukas shrugged. "but without bending down to do it." The brothers did as they were told, as they kicked up the legs high and tried to do the Cossack dance as well as they could. The lady counted down their kicks, stopping at the number 7. The short ritual only ended as the two spies lifted up their arms and yelled out a 'Hey!' as they landed.

The lady smiled. "Very good disguise, agents. You are clear~" Landing her slim fingers at a set of controls, she flicked a switch and to their surprise, the bookcase swung open! Surprised, but not entirely shocked, they went in. The walls of the narrow halls seemed to be made of stone with lights flashing at the bottom.

Finding themselves at another open door, the doors swung open and they found themselves overpowered by cheers of other customers as they came in. Emil and Lukas weren't sure if they should be laughing or to be embarrassed; that was not something they would expect inside a typical secret base.

The customers were holding up signs that indicate numbers, possibly showing off the points they ended up receiving for the Cossack dance. Most of them showed numbers between 7-10, meaning that for first-timers, they actually did pretty good.

"What! A THREE? What are you, a Russian guy or something?!" Lukas yelled when an elderly man held up the said sign; that resulted in him having a blood vein sticking out as he ranted. Emil cannot help but to smirk; he usually found it somewhat amusing whenever his older brother gets pissed off at somebody else, even if they were just teasing (eg: Mathias randomly hugging him, whenever a fellow spy pulled a prank, etc).

"Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy, man! They're totally nice people!" A loud yet familiar voice rang out as it laughed. You could clearly hear a hint of the Southern accent once you heard it.

Emil and Lukas looked up to see the person they were seeking. The leader of WISH, Alfred F. Jones. a.k.a. Hero. He had short sandy-blond hair with a small curl sticking out and bright blue eyes, blue as the waters from the Caribbean Seas. He also wore glasses, but instead of his usual gold-coloured frames, he used thicker cobalt blue ones instead. His outfit was different, too; instead of his usual bomber jacket over a suit and tie, he wore a white zip-up hoodie with flashy stars made of tiny red, black, and yellow rhinestones under a dark blue Aeropostale polo shirt. He also wore lighter blue jeans and black Nike sneakers.

"Finally, you're here!" Alfred grinned as he saw Lukas and Emil. The server, Agent Barbie, led the three to their table, which was in a small room with wooden doors and 2 mirrors. It reminded them of a small train compartment.

Normally, they would've just received the contents of whatever it was Alfred wanted to talk about, but the WISH leader informed that they should order first so that their server won't hear them. So after scanning their menus, Alfred ordered The infamous Spyburger along with Coca-Cola, Lukas decided on the MI-5 (with garden vegetables) and iced tea, and Emil chose the Soviet Defector (including mashed potatoes) with lemonade. The server, Barbie, nodded at their choices, and left (Alfred tried to flirt at her, but she didn't notice..).

"So what is this place?" Emil asked, gesturing at the entire restaurant. It was completely unlike any of them they'd ever been into so far. From what they saw, it was a spy-themed restaurant, but they never thought that the people there took the theme that seriously. There were spy-related memorabilia nearly all over the place, as well as James Bond trinkets and souvenirs from the Cold War, and the décor was similar to the inside of a clubhouse. There were trapdoors, dead ends, alarms, and secret passageways everywhere. There were even spies in every corner! One tipped his black fedora and winked at Emil when he saw the debonair fellow.

"Oh yeah! This is the Safe House Restaurant in Milwaukee!" Noticing the brothers's raised eyebrows, Hero added, "This is a espionage-themed restaurant. It's been around for a while and they actually got good food there so don't worry too much about grease and stuff."

That gave the two a sigh of relief; they don't like anything greasy (unless any form of Norwegian or Icelandic cuisine was supposed to be that way). They were not completely big fans of burgers either, because of how their leader eats them, since they were his favourite food. I mean, look how much he would eat! They don't mind eating them and other junk food though, if they cannot find other places to eat during a mission somewhere off far away.

As Lukas and Emil were distracted in their thoughts for a moment, Alfred slid a PXL under their hands, hoping that they would feel it. Sensing the small machine nearby, they both grabbed it and after plugging on headphones, they listened to the contents of their leader's voice in the recording:

Greetings Norway-12 and Iceland-1! It's me, THE HERO~! Ok, so this is your mission, if you choose to accept it. There were unexplained murders and robberies in Switzerland. Bern, Geneva, Schwyz, and Zurich were the targeted cities, although the similar actions may also happen at other places in the world. There was also activity going on in the Swiss Alps. The person behind this is totally unknown, as well as the enemy's evil plan, so it's your mission to figure out the culprit and to stop the dude/dudette from destroying the world, invading it, or whatever. And now this message will self-destruct immediately…

Instead of an explosion like most people would've expected, the PXL just sizzled and backfired, as if ended up jammed. Luckily at the same time, Barbie had just arrived with their meals, which made the two brothers hide the recorder and destroy it with Hero's bag in one smash.

It turned out, Emil concluded, that the food actually tasted good here at the Safe House. The three ate with hidden eagerness, although he and Lukas gagged when they saw Alfred munching quickly on The Spyburger and slurping loudly on his glass of Coca-Cola.

"By the way, if there's any updated info during your mission, call me!" Alfred added in after swallowing a huge bite of his burger. "And fyi, you gotta get new gadgets and a wardrobe before leaving!"

"But what's wrong with-"

The leader cut off Lukas's statement. "Deal with it tomorrow, dude. But right now, let's eat!"

After finishing dinner a couple minutes later, Emil had to go to the bathroom before leaving. But it didn't take him long enough to open up the door to the Men's Bathroom and-

"DAMN IT! WHAT THE HELL'S UP WITH THIS PLACE?!"

Lukas and Alfred cannot help but to snicker at the sound of his voice; now who was the one annoyed like that?

Eugene: Yeah, there is a Mission Impossible reference in there. Also, the Safe House is A REAL RESTAURANT. I'M NOT KIDDING. It's really in Milwaukee, Wisconsin; it's kinda hard to find the place though. The food mentioned are real dishes from the restaurant and some of the people working/shown there at the place are real. If you wanna learn more about it and/or watch the episode of where I heard of this place, check out the links (remove the spaces first):

Main Website: www . safe-house mainmenu . html

Menu (from the website above; it's printable): www . safe - house assets / pdfs / sh _ menu - 2012 - web . pdf

This place is featured at World's Weirdest Restaurant: www . foodnetwork . ca / ontv / shows / worlds - weirdest - restaurants / episode. html?titleid = 272173 & episodeid = 272173