this morning #1997.

this morning, when i was sure that no one was looking, i snuck out a side door. hurried down the hallway to find his office. hung a right at the water fountain. made my way up a flight of stairs undetected. passed through the double doors and there it was. PROF. HANSEN. i fished the key from my pocket, unlocked the door & crept inside. the office was an utter disaster. wasn’t expecting that. books & papers littering every surface. cabinets on top of cabinets. a disturbing amount of taxidermy scattered about. wish i had a better idea of where the documents might be. i’d thought out the rest of the plan but trusted that i’d figure out the most important part on the spot. i guess this is why i never became a spy.