CIA Academy of Espionage
On the very last day of spy school, my plans for a normal, uneventful summer were completely derailed by the delivery of two letters.
The first was waiting in my room when I returned from my final exam in self-preservation. I had already packed all my belongings, hoping to make a quick exit from campus. The note was perched atop the pile of suitcases.
Come see me at once.
Up to that point, I’d been having a good day.