Sanctuary

You knew what it would mean if you were caught, that was for certain. Your career as a spy had just started, and you were young and looking for a life of adventure. That youthfulness is what the agency initially saw in you when you became an agent. Simply put, you didn’t look anything like a field agent. You were a waif of a man, thin, unassuming, with a face that would have you blend in with a younger crowd with ease. Unfortunately for you though, you were sloppy in your discipline. Now overseas, you had gotten drunk and run your mouth a little too much, and the enemies intelligence agency is on your tail. Here you were, trapped in a foreign land, without money, a passport or a way out, and your options were growing painfully thin.