Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160111005103/@comment-25828117-20160113165018

"Back into space? For how long?" Grace worried, her hands wrapping closer and tighter around her cup of tea.

"I don't exactly know, you know how it is... The universe doesn't stand still. And it's just a simple routine check. Darling, Don't worry about it." John smiled meekishly at the cute face of his wife.

"D'oww, but I do worry..." Grace mumbled.

"I mean, there are a million things that can go wrong. And I don't want to wake up one morning and have two gentlemen from the agency standing at my door, hats in their hands waiting earnestly to deliver me the sad news. It's a story I've heard too often from others."

"Grace. Darling. I have to do this for my country." John said, somewhat blunt but at the same time as if there was more to that simple statement than he let on.

"... I know... You're my hero" Grace looked at Cheryl sitting in front of them on the rug watching Jangles the Moon Monkey and the Rocketeers from Planet Delta on TV after which she changed that statement "Our hero."

This caused John to smile.

"I try."

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"There's been some plan changes. Moscow informed me they are also aware of the alien spacecraft, they then contacted their informants in China which in their turn said the same thing. It's definitely alien and not made by any power on earth. Sadly, their "arrival", has caused radio frequency imbalances and disruptions making it difficult to contact star-borne command on Mir, Potemkin or any Rostislav, no doubt this issue has also befallen the United States so I presume you'll be tossed into the command of whomever they have up there." Peter Bering, the informant under the guise of cornerstore shopkeeper with sick wife said to John before taking a long and much needed drag from his cigarette.

John, once again annoyed by Peter's nasty habit, waved the smoke away from his face.

"These recent and frighteningly frequent messages are going to be the death of me yet." He complained.

"Well, it's war John... We might not see it but up there, there's a mad dash and hell going on. Some debris even managed to rain down on a Siberian village. Luckily nobody takes any of those yokels seriously but Imagine if these pieces fell on the Conservatoire in Moscow. We need to act fast and decisively or otherwise the Motherland will fall back behind China as the dominant Soviet power."

The dark dingy cornerstore shop office now bathed in a layer of phantom grey smoke wherever it was exposed by lighting flickering from cheap light bulbs. The over stacked desk with bills and folders on Peter's desk must've been a right pain in the ass for him as well. Not only was he Peter Bening Soviet Superspy, but he also had to deal with the rise and popularity of the American Super Market which was eating away at his cover business.

John sighed and decided to leave Peter to the paperwork, after all that was his job in the grand scheme of things, not Brody's.