Spy Games - Creative Essay


Being an international spy is no walk in the park. Death can
be waiting for you around the corner or around the world. However
when you\'re only 17 years old, death is the furthest thing from
your mind. So here we were on a hot summers day playing
international espionage. Of course to six of us playing, it was
just another Saturday of playing spy.
Myself, Tim Wolfe, David Sullivan, Peter Shore, Jennifer
Strong (who was the only female to be amongst us) and Frank Robb
made up the group. At this age it was suppose to be above us to
play in these spy games.
We were going to be graduating in a year or so after all. Thus
keeping the game secret was good practice for all of us. It also
meant lying to a lot of people as to why we were always busy on
Saturdays. Mind you, we never considered it lying. We preferred to
refer to it as clouding the truth. Many of us wanted to become
employed in the intelligence area. So really, we though of it more
as an act of deception.

We took our game very seriously. In fact we never even
referred to is as a game. Mostly because we were working our
maneuvers on real people who didn\'t know we were just a group of
teenagers pretending to be spies. Every week we\'d have at least one
meeting at my house to talk about how things were going. Sometimes
depending on the case or goal we were pursuing, the meetings would
run on into the late of night.
I guess it could be said that I was leader of our group. The
meetings were held at my house, and I was the one who brought
together the present group of agents. In the theme of espionage,
we referred to everyone as an agent. Never as a friend. However we
preferred to think of our agency, which we had given the name of
the Renegades, as a collective. That is, everybody had a say in
what we did.
My bedroom was in the basement of our house, and I had the
entire basement at my disposal. Against the far wall was a room
with my bed, stereo, and the usual stuff you\'d find a bedroom.
Perhaps the one difference being I had posters of famous spies on
my walls rather than sports heroes. Igor Grouzenko is a good
example. Outside my room was a large table where we held most, if
not all, of our meetings. Thanks to a door located in the cellar,
it made for easy access to the outside. In most cases my parents
never knew we held meetings on into the dead of night. The door
also made it easy to sneak out at night. Agents do their work best
under the cover of darkness you know.
Today our meeting was going to be a good one. Last Thursday
we had decided to draw up entire new names and careers for
ourselves. Agents usually have more aliases than friends, so we
decided to change ours every month. It was kind of hard juggling
school work and memorizing new alias information each month. Yet
when we were out in the \'real world\' doing maneuvers it all seems
worth it.
The table was round, so there really was no one at the head
of it. From left to right there was Tim, David, Peter, Frank, Jen,
then myself. "I trust everyone had no problem coming up with a new
alias" I asked.
Everyone nodded in agreement. From there we went about the
table saying who we now were and what our profession was. My alias
was John Inglis, and I went to one of the local high schools. As
a part time job I supposedly worked for McDonald\'s. Everybody\'s
main story was that they went to high school. It helps give
credibility to your story. Perhaps the only thing that varied from
person to person was their name, and their part time job.
After some more talking, we decided on our next target. We
were going to find out how much money the local computer store
takes in on a daily basis. Naturally they would not divulge such
information to a bunch of teenagers. The way we go about gathering
our information is the basis for our intelligence game. Finding out
stuff about people and things which they\'d rather have us not know.
Since many of us had a chemistry test next morning, we kept
the meeting short. We all