Okay... this is big. Like female Russian weightlifter big. Just got a call from Agent Bloom. The fact that he has my number would be enough for celebration, but he wanted more. Incidentally, when he calls, this picture of him in a beret comes up on the screen. He didn't know I took it. I call it candid. He'd call it creepy. Can't talk about the mission yet. But it does involve Leo Nash. On my way to Mexico City.
Just finished updating the Blooms on Agent Nash's cell signal. Just found something out. Apparently, this is not a sanctioned mission. Unauthorized. Unofficial. Not allowed. You get the point. Shaw has no idea we're here. Which is fine. I look more to Agent Bloom for guidance than Shaw. There's also the fact that Shaw seems to hate me. And has called me Hoyle, Voight and Hope on the last three missions. For some reason I can't quite pinpoint, there's a spring in my step. Oh wait, I know exactly why. Working rogue with Agent Bloom. Are you kidding me? A dream come true.
Just found Agent Nash. Lying in a hotel room, looking plastered. Oh, and there was a dead woman there with him. Almost forgot that. Now we need to find out what happened since Agent Nash can't remember a thing. Unless he's lying. Which I can tell he's not. I've sort of been studying Agent Bloom's human lie detector technique and I think I've got it down. For example, that woman at the car wash the other day? Totally being honest when she said she had plans that night in Boston.
Found a dog in the hotel room. Seems kind of mangy. But cute. My parents wouldn't let me have a dog when I was a kid. They said I wasn't responsible enough to feed and walk a dog every day. You let one gerbil die by mistake and you're marked for life.
Okay, off to figure this out. Time to practice my Spanish. Adios.