My Mystical Ways

I walked down a shady path way, making through the narrow streets in the middle of the nights. The weather has been the same, cold and bitter, but I manage to keep warm with my comfortable warm coat and the fresh air around me that keeps me all refreshed and awake.1

I made my way through the open road, in the dark and the damp streets of the valley way, and as I walked I began to hear light foot steps behind me, and there I knew that I was being followed. I knew this would happen, as to my last mission made my life miserable as that was the hardest mission I had in five years. I was being watched by an unknown person, but I pretended that I didn’t know anything about the person following me I also kept on looking forward, as I can’t think to know what the follower might do next. There were really nothing to worry about anyway – my journey from here was to enjoy the rest of the day and have a rest. But being followed was never as pleasant as being watched in my every footsteps from a distance, however this was a major chance to have a little fun with the follower as I will trick the follower and make it the perfect plan for to make the person beg for mercy and to promised to not to work with his boss again.2

I started to walk across the busy road. When I walked across the road, I saw on the left corner of my eye was a blur vision of what might this fellow would looked like, as I couldn’t turn around fully to see what the fellow’s face, however I knew one thing that if I do than I would be in a tight situation of letting the other person know the consequence of an situation of me knowing the secrete towards his identity, and I would be in danger. It was nine o’clock and it was getting very late, and all I can see is the persons clothing. He was wearing dark denim jeans with blue or white t-shirt and dark brown leather jacket.3

This guy was new to me; I had some suspicion on him as his movement towards me made me feel like if he is trying to get towards me to have a hope of getting something, something that may have resemblance to me being murdered, as I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this conclusion.4

At that very moment I thought about my past memories of my offences and at a few seconds later, I thought through I have known that the fact is that there were really nothing they could catch me, when I haven’t done much to be near enough to be in a criminal offence.5

I am not a criminal or work for a policeman, not if I like to do so. I am neither working for the top secret government, as I am not willing to put my life on the wall for the government. I work in pairs to do what I think it is best for me, but in some conclusions I work alone. My work is to take orders from different people that are worth helping, I am also well trained and well prepared to solve even the hardest of all mysteries, abut some I am not willing to put my life in danger. In my job I can trick people to think that I don’t know about anything about their plans on catching me.6

I have done a lot of cases that includes criminal offences, verbal abuse, murderers businesses, and a minimum of rape cases. Recently I had found a woman in her middle ages being criminal offence by her past boyfriend. I visited her the next day and to see if there is any service needed for her, but she wasn’t sure at first and refused my service, and so I pulled out my service card and put it down on the table and made my way towards a hotel. The next day, the lady called me on the phone. I couldn’t refuse her offer on her acquaintance, because I had known that this cause could go to criminal offence to murder. I went to her house. She opened the door showing me the blackmailing letter and the bruises that her ex-boyfriend had done on her left hand, and she let me in. We talked for a while and she pays me my service a moment later. In my perfection of my work experience I have caught criminal offences in tight situation and in light situations. Yet in all of that, I am a fellow that is in between in not being a criminal or a policeman. Well I am rather quite close to being a policeman, but in some cases I don’t because I work alone most of the time. In some cases the police is quite suspicious of me and is very close on me, sometimes – but I got take my chances in each and every way, possible. 7