OTIW: A British Spy (CYOAH)

Yous smile gently remembering his glowing smile, his smooth, baby-like face. He was not like the others. In fact, he did not seek you out for your 'services'! You remember him, plodding down the narrow alley-way, fleeing from the police. A bomb must have been detonated, there was smoke in the air. He reached the end of the cul-de-sac, desperation in his face. Having pity on him, you lower your bed sheets out of your window, like a ladder. He quickly scales the wall using the bed-sheet as a rope. He croaks out a tired 'Grassie'. You chuckle. 'Its grazie actually!'. He let out a cures in English. 'Never been' any good at Italian'. 'it is no problem' you reply. 'Why were the police chasing you? What happened out there?' 'That's for another day' he murmurs. 'Well then, whats your name' 'Wait let me guess... Anna?' 'No, Juliet' 'Blast!' he cries. Well, do you mind if I spend the night here?' 'No, but no monkey business, all-right?' 'Lady, I'm an Englishman. I promise not to even lay my eyes upon your chamber' Little did he know that it would be you to urge him to break his oath...

Someone's knocking at the door. Who could it be?

It is the agents of Mussolini- The OVRA!

It is the Tommy back from his haunts around Rome.

It is someone else entirely...