Dear, Tovarich
I've watched you for a while now. Wondering when to speek. Hoping for a moment where you can know my name. I'm blue for that we cannot meet. I am here and you are there. I long for us to hold each other to kiss, to hug. I wish to hear your arousing voice. To feel the warmth of your tongue running down my body. To touch your smooth, kissable body. I want you to be my sweetheart.
From, Topse Crets

"Gray!" A short man named Tovarich who is dressed in gray yelled from his office.

"Yes sir?" A tall woman dressed in gray said as she walked into the room.

"What is the meaning of this?" Tovarich announced back.

"A note sir," The woman replied. Tovarich was not amused. He slapped a hand over his face.

"I didn't mean that you stupid whore. I meant: Why is it here?"

"I don't know sir. What does the note say?" Tovarich glared at here before handing it over.

"Some one has it bad for you sir."

"I know Gray."

"Well, I know who wrote it."

"Who?" Tovarich seemed excited.

"His name is Topse Crets." He could not believe what he hade just heard.

"That means top secrets you stupid bitch!" The Lady in Gray said nothing.

"Go out to see what you can fine on Topse Crets." Gray walked out from his office.

"Who the hell does he think he is? Talking to me like that!" she said with a hiss as she continued walking. While she made her way out of the Gray nation she thought to herself,

"I think I'll visit an old friend."

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A man in a black trench coat made his way into his room from the door he had just opened. He flung his jacket onto the lazy boy couch and sat down with a sigh. He turned on the television set, and then quickly turned it off. He looked up and lit a cigar. The man was just about to fall a sleep when the door ball rang.

"What?" the man snapped.

"It's me Black," a familiar voice said.

"Gray, is that you?" Black replied.

"Yes, can I come in?"

"Why not?" Gray lightly pushed open the door before moving towards the couch and sitting down next to Black.

"All right, there's one rule you should know. That is: you can't kill me in my own house ok?"

"I'm not here for that! I need your help."

"Help...My help with what?" Gray toke the note from her pocket and placed it on the table.

"This is a note to Tovarich? The note is kinda cheesy but ok. I didn't know that you liked him." Gray sent him a glare and slapped him across the face.

"No you dope! This is what I need help with!"

"Ouch! That was unnecessary. Well if I help you what will you give me?" Gray looked at and snatched his tie.

"I'll give you an earful some time."

"No Gray." the man stared at her and hissed.

"Keep your offer, I'm not interested!" He got up and grabbed the note from the table.

"Make me a better offer."

"I probably can get white to do it for free!"

"Ya, but you came to me." Black grabbed his lit cigar from his mouth and placed it toward the middle of the paper.

"Black, stop!"

"Make me a better offer."

"I can get information for you." Black raised an eyebrow.

"Now you're talking my language." He said as he placed his cigar back in his mouth.

"White's embassy?"

"You know it."

"So you will help me?"

"Exchanged, for information on my rival." Black got up and shook hands with Gray.

"Gray I believe you for once." He smiled. Gray walked out of his home and out to the street. Black looked at the note and side.

"Well first off," he said to himself, "look for the obvious." He opened the note to see it written in blue ink.

"Blue ink." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Blue ink equals Blue nation. But why would a Blue nation spy like the Gray leader?" He pulled out his laptop and scanned the note into the computer. He began to match all the hand writing up with all the spies in the Blue nation. The computer went threw at least one hundred people until it landed on a young admen spy named "Ruffles."

The bio on this young boy read: 'fairly new to the embassy and not very sliced in hand to hand combat, but is great with long range weapons, such as a rifle or a shot gun. This spy is the admen spy to owe top agent blue. The reason he rose threw ranks with flying colors is that he can hack in to any main frame he sees fit.'

"This is odd. Well, I just hope Gray holds up her end of the deal." He snorted as he clicked print.