Clara sat, incarcerated with thoughts and incandescent with fear,with a reflection that glistened under the shadow of pretence, giving an impression of depression to the still,silent atmosphere of the room as she calculates her moves.

Thousands of ideas run through her minds,all together not resorted.As a spy,mendacity has become a lifestyle, a no do without. But mendacity is not efficiently sufficient for this mission, proficiency is required. The required proficiency is what made her ends up on this Queen bed with the Director of Operation for the multibillionaire company,Dr McNeil. The required proficiency,the unfailing method of all ages,the naked weapon is what it takes.

Clara gently moved her body in a noiseless noticeable movement.She looked over at Dr McNeil,he is far asleep,consciously unconsciously paralyzed by the required proficiency, with an appearance of a living statue left with nothing but the countenance of a sad pig. Clara smiles at her mid-succesful effort,she is pleased.

The room has it's demanding eyes fixed on her, the surrounding darkness suspecting and questioning her every moves. "The darkness is necessary for the operation" the commanding officer had told her before her departure for this safe dangerous mission. Safe when instructions are strictly followed,dangerous when they are not. Clara slid out of the blanket and gently gets off the Queen bed. Like a professional she is, her eyes as if automatically,has adjusted to the surrounding darkness,her mind as if by design has orderly arranged the once disordered listless list of ideas. All is done,she stand and walks to the safe at the right corner of the room, tip toeing as she goes.Five steps to the safe when she heard an unmistakable voice of authority.

"Freeze!" the commanding voice