Is the gun real?

There are some question and doubts on a lot of people mind in regards to the picture that I have posted in my previous post. Is it real? Or it’s just a normal air pistol or a plastic piece that resemblance a gun? Actually to be “honest” I am a “Spy”, an international spy not a local one (which get lesser pay). International spy got better insurance coverage, fly first class if need be, got better weapons, drive a CBU car, wear tuxedo, enjoy the finest in accommodation, food and etc.

I have an edge on this matter as I know a lot of language. I know Chinese, Japanese, Korean, French, Italian, German, Spanish and portugese. I have the Asian charm, you know spy needs it. Did you see James Bond movie? It portrays an almost realistic “life” of an international spy, the girls, the cars, the gadgets and etc. I use my IT consulting job as a cover, my current employer does not know. I hope they do not find out. I have been able to refrain myself from blogging about this part of my lives until that very day when someone accidentally saw my collection of weaponry.

I have submitted my resignation as my cover has been exposed. As I am writing this article, Charlie the person that I always communicate with, has arranged me to be place in a safe house somewhere in Europe. I choose Europe as now a lot of countries are concentrating their effort in searching for terrorist in Asia, they will totally ignore Europe. And moreover I have my Saint Bernard to take care. I have not seen him for some time and I guess he miss me.

Some might ask, of all job why choose Spy. Well, someone got to do the dirty job and I need to do it as “they” need me. I was recruited as one day I came across a secret chamber in my father’s room. A place fill with big screens computer, weapons, latest satellite map of all major countries in the world, photos of my father with presidents and etc. As I have expose the “secret”, my father got to kill me but with his quick thinking, he recruited me instead as once I am one of them I will then protect and support the inner cycle of trust.

A group of spies will always watch each other back. The principle is “Tak Tahu”, that is the only word we will say when we are caught. We do not want to compromise the hundreds of secret agents prowling the continent. The last assignment is in Indonesia where I got a wounded on my left, near my left kidney. I spend a week in the hospital. “Brother! Brother! Brother!” my sister voice ringing through my eardrums, eeh what the heck? How come my shirt is filled with water? Umm it smells more like saliva, arrg I must be sleeping and dreaming again…..anyway another “gun of mine”. For a higher resolution of my previous gun, try to click onto my photoblog.