My Mistress.There is something very comforting in simple routines. An early morning pot of tea in the study as I review the days plans is one of my fa...ourites. Today was a special day, one I had long awaited. Today I would say good bye to my plaything. As I sipped my tea, my gaze drifting to the pictures as it so often did, my mind replayed the hours since she walked into the hotel room for that fateful interview.I had no need to read the files, or refer to the hours of recordings to recall. She looked like a person who had been beaten down by life. Her eyes were dull and her posture was bad. He figured that she had to be really desperate to be standing there. He wasn’t sure if the clerk was doing her a favor or not by telling people about her.He got into his truck and headed for home thinking about the woman back at the store. He noticed that a couple of women wearing revealing outfits were standing around in front of rundown lingerie store. He stared at them realizing that they. While the rigid military rules protected her from the most, they could not protect her from all.No one liked her, because of the mask. While others made friends, she remained an outsider. It was better during second year as she went the science route and her class mates were geeks and nerds like her.Intelligent and scientific minded but akward and inept when it came to social interaction. The second year was intense studying and she had little time to feel sorry for herself. Of course she could. "Yup, look at the position of this theater, right at the centre of the lab, this is a trap! They knew we were coming - this whole thing is stage managed."Greta pursed her lips and twitched her head indicating the large black void below the Illuminated plinth, Blakey's eyes narrowed and a deep frown furrowed her brow.Greta beamed, "I knew you hadn't really lost it in all that paperwork, there's still a street-wise cop in there, you see it too." I can still hustle if I need to! Don't.