How did you get here?
“Really? So ex-brainwashed Russian assassins are now commonplace? Somehow I don’t see it.” She hops up to sit on the table. “You can call me Mozzie. Everyone does.”
Except her parents. But that’s a whooooole other story. They’ll get to it eventually.
Mozzie's eyebrows furrowed as he examined the girl. Well that was, unexpected. "We'll never know if they are. The government covers its tracks well, not well enough admittedly, but they do try."
"Mozzie?" an idendity theft? Surely? "Haversham," Mozzie introduced himself and extended a hand.













