The more you do it, the more it seems you just do it, you have to keep out from the adversary, you are ahead of the game and they will hunt you, push you if they can, you trust no one, the time frame clicks to a dead line and you can only follow the compass of your given destination. I'm not holding back. At the Black Widow program the basic routine in all it's classes is well firmed to make it certain from first lesson. "Pull the trigger before turning" To choreograph a team is the discipline of doing it over and over again, coming back to your very ones.
Its easier to kill your lover and move to the next it gives you power, you get payed and can keep loving if you wan't, but that's so easy that we don't really get to overvalued the affair or need it, being in control you learn the values from history, you get to burry what history can't repeat for the future generations and chose your allies for greater causes better, some of this cases become personal. This is when the loss is irreparable, but not when you go back to time to note down what keeps moving.
Your feet are grounded in the floor, the academy keeps checking the hall on whom is first on the list to sponsor a job. Your spine straightens your shoulders expand, professors find refugee away the political spectrum behind their motives, your limbs stop hurting from exercise each movement is memorised on the fivers of your muscles, you even get to do your own moves because you have succeed too many times, it will always be a competition to those who need graduation and level up the work no matter how many layers of silvering they paint to reflect attention, is about reflection some have an innate talent blended with the learned techniques, you have to step up, step out, re-think patriotism. You sense the idea of a bullet onto your direction before it's action. That is something my journey had given me stage, I'm not weak, I'm not strong, I just happen to be there, you can never say why, but the main reason that brings you together, than you are ahead of the plan, you never lie to yourself.
You will smile to the administration shake hands in close doors and prove anonymity to embark another mission, let them see by their own eyes when you are absent. It all points back to the admissions, you don't need to prove yourself once you catch the trigger. You will remain alive or dead. There is no time for proving anything in my realm. My woman know that, and when one is to say mine they know I'm theirs. An old friend told me once "I only hangout with married woman" now to know that... is never too late, it gives you a sense of authority and ownership to manage a new path, discretion, absolute discretion, no matter how many identities, how many times you died, if this woman is married or not is neither, is about amendments. This is another level of diplomacy.
Feelings would have been compounded for the tribal work of doing money, and that a real genius can be neglected or ignored in the outside whom ever pays the bills, is rolling. Absolutely, my bridges are told to be made by blackmail before the courts, against United Nations to control us. Look to the sides Captain, Tony you make your choices if to serve or to be free, it gives you the chance to correct for the prevalence of the environment. Is not only a commission, or a vague seduction.
"When you finish the deal we can have dinner, it would be unethical if we have breakfast, I can sue you" This is woman at work, every day, at every spot. Nothing lasts forever with spiritual enemies of admirable magnitude, never consider them a partner. The effusion of connections like a hurt fox mother ready to protect her regarded future generation giving beyond measures, when they are looking at the smaller and slighter things, I have to leave in a hurry. Watching carefully who is who as if I'm watching for the Gates, keep it on.
From the principality of Muscovy to Budapest, Hungary get the paper transactions, whatever this Invisible Mansion is in the outskirts of Gotham city. Magic? Damn the only connection I had was Lobo but he was giving no info, the future verb doesn't work to me and bringing unrequested people to a spy agent is not my style. Whom else, not the villains. Just this always psycho's adrenaline on alert who gets you going on a trip, once you get in the drive everything becomes pointless, everything but the pick of the arrow towards the dark spot's destination, the pity of the situation lies in the fact that you can only assert the true worth of a magical spell, unseen, no evidence, no facts, nothing to be traded, forget the commune senses, you are moving to unknown areas, suddenly stop thinking but keep moving in the way, to decipher the station only. It will come, it will come in the way.
The information who recalls starts to transfigure as a madhouse of irritable temperament, a Wizard, a Witch whom has build so many spells it now finds no way out of its Mansion. An Invisible Mansion indeed. Even my thoughts and bank of memory backs the name without even memorising it out to never be read to any enemy's speller, inexistent in the mind of readers, no one knows my true identity, I can tell that no name will be corroborated on this mission not even thoughtfully.
Words of doubt, the wagon is half empty as the train parts by the rails the connotations of it sounds shoot my senses who start to flow in extreme sensitivity, lean my back down let go to the seat with a blend of paranoia and moving through it with the vision, accepting that all it is, true, not necessarily mine, all this spells of magic are nothing but desires and illusions, tricks you can place before the other's actions to rule them or undress them. Entering in the world of magic, you must become magic, movable, manipulatable, essentially you must consider the tones then the hands of the doers arrive like lightening as when you orchestrate a symphony directing with the baton only a musician can add to the rhythm simultaneously, only your turn after pulling the trigger and this may suggest the general attitude abroad Gotham City, the visionary conception, then lightly the vision transports you away to places you never imagined could exist. Naturally the outskirts must be the first stop, your logic and actions become more real by the minute, the place appears to be real when you open your eyes, the mathematics never lie, nature never lies, that I was surrounded by travellers, yes, by open hearted resident and tourist, merchandisers, someone is following me, that I will disembark where no one is leaving, yes.
