Day Raven

My name's Day Raven. I work for the CIA. You might could already tell that from my under cover costume. My kick ass leather gauntlets and my awesome mustache. Yes, these are real spikes! I'm gonna eat the night alive. Deep deep deeeeeep under cover work at a local drinking establishment, code name ORION. SSShhhh , quiet. Get down! Incoming! wait,...false alarm, but that was good practice, kid. I like the way you hit the deck real fast like that. you have any training? Like CIA stuff or secret service? No? I thought you might have with those quick reflexes. false alarm, false alarm. good practice though. It's just my mother. She's heavily envolved in this exercise. She's actually stationed here full time.
"David? David! Who's bike is this in the foyer?"
"Uh,...that's mine...it's evidence from a sting operation!...Don't touch it! Disturbing a crime is felony!"
Kid, go out the window. I can't let her know that you know about my cover or she will want to relocate the trailor.
go,....go...kid,...take some of this plastique and hide in the bush and wait for me.
"this is silly putty"
"no,..no, it's not silly putty, it's C4, now go! she's coming!"

"Hi honey. Oh my! Why are you wearing grandmother's dress? Where did you find my old wig?
and,...what are those pointed things? are those dangerous?"

"This is Rip Van Winkle to base....I need a pickup, over"