it's a hard knock life

My Super Top Secret Spy Training (S.T.S.S.T) has continued in earnest, as my departure for the motherland looms closer and closer. We are running. out. of. time.

Lessons have taken a more tactical approach, as it has been determined that my physical capabilites are satisfactory. I can run, swim, dive, tackle victims, drive dangerously, and kitchen knife battle, but my logic and wits need to be sharpened. This also has to do with my utter lack of mathematical skills. We started by teaching me pool, which includes not only agile hand eye coordination, but also a firm grasp on angles and physics laws. By the end of training I came close to beating my trainer, neatly sinking my last three balls in a row.

Next, we took training into nature because every good spy needs to know how to frolic. apparently.

Finally, we closed the outdoors portion of training in an undisclosed location that happens to have huge chess sets. I played my first game of chess. AND WON. Either my trainer is fantastic, or I'm just  a whiz at this whole "Spy thing" (which I thought they said in the orientation was harder than going through the Russian Ballet Academy, YEAH RIGHT) because I seem to be progressing faster than and straighter than the eagle flies. btw, the eagle ain't gon be flying so straight (or...at all) once I put my training into action in just 5 weeks time....mwah ha ha. like Salt....except I'm not going to be turned onto the good side (America) by no stinking scientist who likes spiders. gross.

anyone else thinking harry potter? yeah, this might be the funnest ever, especially being extra violent when you take a piece. bloodshed makes the victory sweeter.

Over and out, it's time to finish some homework. Spy training has been majorly distracting me.

-luce