I was roused from a deep sleep around 4am by a video message from The Chief. I should have known! I had been excited for a day off, but duty calls, and there is never a dull moment in the life of a spy.
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is a trip to New York City to scour Brooklyn’s neighborhoods in search of a beginner acoustic guitar,” said The Chief in his message. Knowing a good deal when I see it, I got out of bed, stretched and geared up to stake out the land of pizza and yellow taxis.
I called The Chief back. “You got it,” I said, wiping the sleep from my eyes and yawning.
“Didn’t mean to wake you,” The Chief said. “A day off would have been nice for you…but like they say in Brooklyn, ‘FUHGEDDABOUDIT.’”
Oh, well. I’d never pass up a trip to The Big Apple.
