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4. After a long talk with Tulip Jones I went to Smithers. ‘I thought you never would come to me! Hopefully you didn’t forget me youngster!’, ‘How could I forget you, you gave me gameboys, pencils and bikes with special powers’ I winked him while I smiled. ‘My ears told me you can handle a gun’ he said with a serious tone in his voice. My smile went bigger by the thought he would finally give me a special gun! ‘It’s your lucky day’ because he knew my old wish when I was fourteen. Fourteen and a beginning spy I only dreamed of guns like James Bond had. But they never gave me one because of my very young age. ‘I’m seventeen’ I told him proud, I strained my chest and other big muscles I had in my athlete body. While I stood like superman, he turned his back to me, to search for the gadgets he wanted to give me. After a couple of minutes he appeared with his hands full of heavy things. A gun shined and the other stuff disappeared. My eyes looked only for the gun which was small but still very dangerous looking. Smither was still walking when I took the gun out of the mountain of gadgets he carried. I felt the cold steel in my harmed hand. ‘Thanks’ I told the man who felt sorry for me, but knew I liked it as well. Maybe Jones knew it too… I knew it myself so why did I struggle? Because I always did… it’s in my system. ‘Ones you’re on your mission I’m glad to be a spy’ I muttered to myself.