Cassy’s Corner- Help Us Write Our Story
As you know, we have a new banner across the top of this blog site. It celebrates all five us, though I do confess that my husband is slightly nervous with idea that we might actually be gun carrying knife-wielding babes. So, I thought it would be fun to start writing our “history” and our “adventures,” with YOUR help.
I’m going to start this tale by inventing the very beginning of a story of how we came together and the work we do. The key word here is, “inventing.” Each of you needs to jump in with what ever comes next. Bring the story along in any direction you choose. The genre for your particular posts is your choice. We can mix it up all we want. Stop back here as often as you can during the day and see how the adventures unfold. Let’s launch the great banner in style. Ohh, I’m looking forward to this!
We have many many talented writers who follow this blog. And, I love the humor that often sparks in this group. So, my expectations are high. Just remember we’re at least “R” rated if not “PG.”
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It’s so hard to know where to begin. Most of our backgrounds can’t be divulged. That would break contracts, violate a certain code of honor, and truthfully put us in danger. I’ll leave it to say that each of us brings to the group a unique set of skills that, when combined, allow us to accomplish more than anyone could do alone.
Skills, you ask? I’m not naming names, but we have a sniper who can split the part in her target's hair. Impressive. We have one who is the master of disguises. She somehow becomes the bored jeweled city-girl and then can haul the garbage along with the best of New York. We have talent that challenges the lock-smith industry and another with the best in strategic planning—you know, how to get by security with more than three ounces in your zip lock bag, how to change your identity in a foreign city, how to know who has the best sushi in town. Ever talked with a computer hacker who must not know one word of regular English? Yup, she’s dynamite. And then, well, there’s me. My strengths are a little different, not your normal resume material.
We came together under Madam Agnes. Even with our skills, we aren’t completely sure of her given name. Not that it matters. She found each of us and created the team. The early days were touchy, this isn’t exactly a “you know best, go ahead and do it your way” kinda group. But we’re getting beyond that. When you need a guy dead and you’ve got the fire-power on your side, you learn to love quickly.
As in Mission Impossible, we receive clear messages as to the next job. I say “clear,” but mud can be sold as a transparent mess to the right idiot. We take it from there. MA pays us well, no complaining there. But there are times when the cheese in the fridge has a blue tinge from having sat there too long and I can’t count the cities between last Tuesday and tomorrow.
A new assignment just landed. Parts will be fun. And, parts will be hell. I hope I have the energy to see one more round of “fake them out when they aren’t looking.”
Okay, build on this. What's happening? Who are we? What problems are we about to face? Or??