Baby Bird

It seems of late that my missions have recently all been about animal rescues.

I saw this little guy flopping around on HQ's front yard. At first I thought he was a leaf. Then I realized it was a bird. I grabbed a play sack, one you use to bounce in and race, and tenderly caught it.

Suffice, to say, the animal got away and is now somewhere that is unknown of...

Mission accomplished?

Mission 3 - Waiting on a Worm

Whilest I was walking back to the supply center one fine morning, I noticed along the way a small worm squirming for help. Wearing some rather uncomfortable clothing (I take supply center days off from saving the world) It took quite a bit to reach down and pick him up.

At first analysis, I thought he was half dried on the pavement, and dying slowly. There would have been no hope for him then. But I then saw I had approached him at just the right time, for his bottom half was only barely drying out and I was able to pick him up.

Doing so, I gingerly chucked him back into the grass. The sad part to say of all of this was that the poor worm then got skewered on some grass which I'm sure must have hurt. But I assuredly left him there were I was sure he would receive some good dirt for his pains very soon.

This may not seem like such a large act of service to you, but let me tell you. In my line of business, it's the smallest things that make the biggest kind of difference.

Mission Accomplished

Mystagogue Over and Out

Mission 2 - Poster Placement

Late that night, as I sat in my study waiting for a call, I decided to pull out some old artwork. Realizing that it was not nearly completed. I then set the rest of my day to setting to finish this old poster I had promised one of the trainees, Pinnula.

It was just about when I had decided to add the other three characters in the back that I received a call.

Turns out I had been doing exactly what HQ had wanted me to. They commanded me to finish the poster and then (Tricky part comes now) Place it without being caught inside the proper spot on Pinnula's database. Meaning, her wall.

Finishing it became trickier as I began forgetting specific things about the characters. I'd have to start going up and ask the only person that knew somethings about the colors of the characters. And that was Pinnula herself. When she started to become suspiscious, I told her I was just working on a profile of the characters. It was then I took snack break.

Who came into sit down next to me happened to be, who else? Pinnula. She ate alongside me. We talked. A bit more about the specific shirt color of one character. After a while, she said, "I'd like to see a profile or two, if they are colored after all." Of course, what a proper spy would do, but not what I needed at the moment.

She was going to take more time than I to eat, so I told her to clean up. "I'll meet you." She said as she scarfed down the remainders.

It was as soon as I was out of her eye range, I rushed downstairs to my lab and snatched the face-down poster off my table. I then lunged, stuck it in my closet, locked my door and raced into my bed with a book.

I guess it must've made a difference, because when she begged to come in, I insisted that they weren't done, and no, she could not come in. She left.

I finished the poster. But now I had to place it...

She and another smaller agent were out in the common room, dancing to heavy music. It was going to be tough getting past her in the hall to sneak into her own room to pin something up and then leave unnoticed.

But that's my job. It's what I do. I'm an agent, and I'm ONLY out to do good.

But it was just my luck that Pinnula got called upstairs leaving only the younger agent on guard. I got past him easily, rolling up the poster so it would not make as much noise. Grabbing some pins from the box in my lab, I managed to rearrange her whole database in order to make room for the poster. Pinnula had not come back. I managed to take three shaky, quick pictures of it before I had to leave, one of which is the better of the three, above.

It took Pinnula three times in her room before she actually noticed it in her mirror. But nonetheless, her shriek of joy was good enough for me...

Mission accomplished

Mystagogue over and out

Mission 1: Reuniting Rex

As I sat on the side of road, dueling mid-air and practicing my imagination on a safari, something caught my seventh sense.

Pomeranians across from the side of the street, pets of the owners of the house, began barking. Now, don't get me wrong. They are always barking. But this time, I noticed something wrong.

There, underneath the balcony from whence the the dogs would yap, was another small dog! Quickly identifying it under the category of "lost" I hurried over. Quickly at first so it would not get away, but as I neared, I slowed so as not to scare it off. Using lulling words such as "Here, puppy, here, puppy. Good puppy , Good!" And so forth, I drew it closer. I let it sniff my hand. Then, with lightning quick reflexes, I knelt down and snatched at it's collar. At this, the dog went wild. Biting and scratching, Writhing and thrashing. I have some nasty cuts even now.

But, amazingly, my instincts did not let that dog go. Then, when I thought it had calmed down, I slowly started talking in a soft voice again, "Shhh, shhh, It's OK. Shhhh." At this, too soon did I attempt to stick my fingers under his collar. My mistake. Once again, the dog nipped, but I held fast, and did not let go of him.

While I began to calm him down, I called over two fellow pre-eenies. (Students in training to become agents) They helped me calm him. The male stayed with me while I sent the female to fetch one of the more-experienced members.

Still slowly I talked to the subject. "It's Ok. It's OK." The more experienced member was fetched. Slowly, she talked me through what I do next. I almost never defile a higher-ranked members orders. She told me to stay there and get the tag number. I had previously learned this dog did not enjoy having anyone touch it's neck, and once I had tried again to get my fingers under it's long hair, it's breathing icreased rapidly.

I then, slowly commanded the female pre-eenie to take the tag. Being as un experienced as she is, she demanded she was too scared. Her name was Pinnula. Well, atleast that is what she is signed up to become when she is an agent.

I ended up being able to turn it over. It read:

Rex

801- ***-****

That was all I saw.

Our experienced member called the number and left a message. She offered HeadQuarters to keep him there for only a night. It was then, that as I was calming Rex down that I noticed the address on his tag. By that we were able to locate the owners. "Donna" Then called. She told us what her vehicle looked like. We met up in the middle of the street and exchanged thank you's and dogs.

End of story. Mission accomplished.

Mystagogue Over and Out

Mission 0: Getting you all here

I have suceeded. Welcome. Please join me.

Mystagogue Over and Out

Profile 2: The story up to now

Lately I am keeping resident under a code name inside a humble abode in a small state somewhere. The people here are aware of my background, but take no note of it, for they do not think that I am doing what I did anymore. They think I have put my profession behind me. I say I did not. I am still up to my works these days and I will continue. What they have left to learn and what they will soon come to realize are already things that I have come to recognize must remain secret. If they catch up with this blog, I guess I'll have to move out to a different home, or atleast try to make them understand with one of my Secret Weapons...

Mystagogue Over and Out

Profile 1: To introduce myself

I am Mystagogue. Or at least that is the only name YOU will know me by. I am an agent of a Secret Service, and I am on a mission. A mission to do good. What I am doing will soon become clear as you keep up with this blog. Keep in mind, this blog holds more secrets than most others, and whoever reads this must swear to keep them, for the Secret Service is a much happier place when they do. But when the Secret Service gets angry...

That would be the first secret I best keep from you

Mystagogue Out and Over