THE SPY The Spy always knows the fastest way out.
People overestimate the importance of getting into things. “Oh, we ended up in the VIP lounge,” you humblebrag to your colleague, as they silently regret asking what you did over the weekend. “Oh, we’ve bought a timeshare in the Maldives,” you enthuse to your sister, her forced smile betraying her impatience with how irresponsible you’re being with your money. “Oh, there was a complex series of steam vents The Spy used to reach the underground volcano base,” The Spy tells The Spy’s handler, who stares forward impassively, never moving, never blinking, always listening.