I'm known by many names. The Blond Assassin.Ghost Burglar.AFS—short for Assassin for Assassins. Some call me Prince Charming for the way I sweep women off their feet, others prefer Man Killer or The British Samurai—a title I earned on a mission in Japan after mastering Kenjutsu in just two days.
But my personal favorite. The World's Best Spy.
To the organization I work for, though, I'm known simply as Agent Sunlight—probably because my golden hair seems to glow even in the dark.
Oh, you wish to know my real name dear reader. Well just like any other information I hold that's classified, but for the right price I might tell you.
The world's best spy, you can probably guess how I earned that title — I've never failed a mission. That record makes me expensive to hire and even more costly to trust. Say you hire me to take someone out, and that target offers more money to have you killed instead — I don't hesitate. Loyalty runs both ways, I love money— I mean ,who doesn't? I grew up in the slum—
…whoa, that was close. Almost gave away something personal. You never know who might be reading this. Could be a fan… or worse, one of my enemies. And trust me, they'd know exactly what to do with that kind of information.
You're probably wondering why I'm even telling you all this if my life is supposed to be a secret.
Let's just say I'm bored. Business is quiet, no contracts, no danger—just me and my thoughts.
Anyway, enough of the chit-chat.
Let's get down to business.
This is the story of the first mission I ever failed.
October 26th, 2015. The Louvre Museum, Paris, France.
A week ago, an ancient Chinese artifact known as Shen's Beizi was brought to the Louvre Museum. The name sounds elegant, but it simply means "God's Cup."
Though small, the goblet is a masterpiece — made entirely of gold, with five 4-carat diamonds embedded around its rim. Historians trace it back to the Tang Dynasty, where it was said to play a sacred role in royal ceremonies. During coronations, emperors would drink from it to symbolize divine favor. During royal weddings, both bride and groom would sip from it, sealing their union under heaven's blessing.
Business has been slow. Lately, I've gotten no job offer, The organization I work for has been quiet, so I gave myself a side mission: steal Shen's Beizi. On the right black market, that little golden cup could pull in as much as $300 million.Then my organization or someone might hire me to retrieve the goblet after it's disappearance.
I joined a group tour at the Louvre to learn the lay of the land. Though this wasn't my first mission to steal an artifact from here, I still had to see if anything had changed and if they had updated their security since my last visit.
Yes, security was tight thanks to the arrival of the cup. The artifact was being taken on a tour being showcased in many museums worldwide. Today was it's last day here, tomorrow it's being moved to The American Musuem of Natural History. If I have to make a move, I have to make it tonight.
11:30pm, Paris, Louvre Museum.
I infiltrated the museum. I'll spare you the details of how I got in — it's far too complicated for your simple mind to grasp. The cup was kept in the Sully Wing, Room D, within the Department of Near Eastern Antiquities. Normally, that's where they display ancient statues like the Ain Ghazal, but I suppose they ran out of space and decided to dump the cup there instead.
How rude, really. A goblet once revered by kings, queens, and their disciples, now abandoned like a forgotten trinket. No matter — soon it will serve its true purpose again: to cradle my wine as I sip from it like royalty.
Many spies will probably wear a burglar's clothing, which involves a dark clothing, a face covering like a ski mask or balaclava, and gloves.
But me? I'm Agent Sunlight. I get the job done in a suit. Always have. Today will be no different.
I reached Room D — the goblet was where they kept it. Don't worry about the security cameras; I hacked them during my last heist and have full control. Right now the feed the guards are watching is from last night.
What did I steal on that last job? Well, what else is worth stealing but the Mona Lisa herself. They had to hang a fake while they "looked" for the original. Don't worry — the real thing is safe, tucked away in my bedroom. Waking up to such a masterpiece every morning puts a certain… peace in one's life. Cheers to the artist, Leonardo da Vinci.
The Goblet was placed in a glass casing and of course if I by accident even touch the case itself the security alarms will cry for joy. But no worries, I won't be the world best spy if I couldn't handle simple situations as this one.
And in 3… 2… 1.
The whole museum blinked out — a perfect blackout rendering the tech useless. Cameras, motion sensors, the lot: dead. The glass case still had its own hardwired safeguards, though, and would scream the moment anyone touched the goblet.
I brought out an electromagnetic wave canceler from my pocket. I'll put it in words you'll understand, this is a device that'll disrupt the security system for the glass case. When It did, I broke the glass and stole the goblet.
Ah—my favorite part of a heist: the running. There's no joy finer than sprinting away with something that doesn't belong to you. I moved fast. I move fast.
You must be wondering who caused the power outage in the museum, who else but yours truly. The Louvre museum utilizes a river power system from the Seine river. As long as that river keeps flowing they will never run out of power, but there's nothing a little reprogramming to the power system itself can't change.
There were easier ways to pinch the goblet. There were cleaner ways. But where's the fun in that? Maybe next time I'll make a heist more challenging for myself by stealing in broad daylight, now that will be sublime.
It was gone, the goblet was gone from my hand. For how long? Did I drop it? No not possible, how come I didn't notice when it left my hand?
And there she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She went by many names, Cat Burglar, Seduction, Midnight and many more.
But my personal favorite. The Love of my life.
5 years ago, I was given a mission Canada to infiltrate a dangerous organization, for me to do that I had to fit in to the society, So the organization hired her to be my wife.
The two years I spent with her were blissful. I've stolen many artifacts but still she is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, oh how I wish I could lock her up in my bedroom too.
Oops — gotta keep it PG.
She slipped the goblet from my hand before I even knew it was gone. Only she could pull a vanish like that.
"Hello, honey," she purred.
"Haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to?" I asked.
"Hmm…hope you're not accusing me of cheating," she teased. "There's only one man who's ever stolen my heart."
"Is that so? Same here. Someone ran off with mine three years ago and never looked back." I said.
"You make me sound like a villain," she laughed.
"Aren't we all?" I shrugged. "Anyway — you've got something that belongs to me." I nodded at the goblet.
"Oh, this little thing?" She tilted the goblet playfully. "I thought you were getting it for me. So I decided to take it myself."
"Like I'd give up something that expensive," I scoffed.
"Some husband you are," she teased.
"Are you giving it back or not?" I asked.
"You'll have to take it from me," she replied with a grin.
"Perfect. I wouldn't have it any other way."
Then we danced. We fought, and it was all the same — a choreography of jabs and laughter under the museum's domed ceiling. Everything about her was electric that night: the cut of her black leather jacket, the way her hair caught the moonlight, the effortless grace with which she moved across the marble of the Napoléon Hall.
The lights snapped back on. Footsteps and uniforms closed in around us.
"Well, I think that's our cue, Sunlight," she sighed.
"That's what you think." She produced a handful of smoke bombs in a motion so casual it was criminal. I lunged, but I wasn't fast enough. The bombs bloomed and she vanished into the white haze.
"See you later," her voice echoed as she slipped away.
"Who's there?" a guard shouted.
"Well, time to go." I told myself.
I bolted for the front exit—and froze. Outside was a nightmare. When I say surrounded, I mean surrounded. Helicopters blacked out the sky, searchlights slicing the night. Hundreds of police officers and vehicles ringed the Louvre like teeth. Every route was choked.
I hadn't made a mistake. How did they know I was here?
"Agent Sunlight, you have been sentenced to execution for the following crimes: theft, mass murder, first- and second-degree murder, espionage, treason, fraud, arson, vandalism, forgery, perjury, and many other unspeakable offenses," a policeman announced through a megaphone.
"Execution? I haven't even had a hearing." I called back.
"One year ago, a plan was set in motion to capture you, Agent Sunlight," the man continued, stepping forward with handcuffs. "Fifty-eight countries formed an alliance to find you and trace your handlers. The meeting was kept top secret. They decided that once you were captured, you'd be disposed of quietly in a Russian facility. Resist and your life ends here and now."
"Well, well, well—if it isn't James Brandon," I said. The man coming at me with the cuffs was one of very few who'd followed my trail across the globe, always one step behind.
And his right if I make any suspicious move, I'll be shot on the spot. "I'm sure they blocked every escape route did midnight even make it out?" I thought to myself.
My best chance of survival was to surrender. So, I did.
They cuffed me, shoved me into an armored van, and locked the doors behind me.
The air inside was thick with silence and the faint hum of the engine. Two guards sat across from me, rifles at the ready, while James Brandon took the seat directly in front of me — calm, composed, and annoyingly smug.
"How did you know I was at the Louvre Museum?" I finally asked.
Brandon gave a small laugh. "Come on, Agent Sunlight. You're predictable when it comes to shiny things."
He leaned back in his seat. "There are fifteen ancient artifacts currently being showcased around the world — priceless pieces, each one the kind of bait you'd never resist. We knew you'd go after at least one. So, we had the police always on Standby."
He smirked. "When we got the report that the power went out at the Louvre, we thought, no way, you'd never make such a rookie mistake. You're too careful, too perfect."
He leaned forward, his voice lowering. "But lo and behold — here you are. Guess that 'World's Best Spy' title finally went to your head, huh, Sunlight?"
"Maybe a little," I admitted with a grin. "But I'm still the best."
"Not for long. You'll be dead a week from now," Brandon said, almost casually. "Though I'll admit—after chasing you for so long, I never really thought about what I'd do once I actually caught you. Makes me almost sad it's over."
I smirked. "Brandon, are you finally getting personal with me?"
He snorted. "You're the one about to die. Don't you feel any remorse? Any regrets at all?"
"None," I said. "At this point, I can say I've lived life to the fullest. I've traveled the world, met incredible people, fallen in love, made more money than I could ever spend. I have no regrets—even if I die right here, right now."
I leaned back and smiled faintly. "Though, if I'm being honest, I'd still prefer not to die."
Brandon chuckled. "Wow, that almost made me shed a tear. Since this is probably the last time we'll see each other… let's talk till sunrise, Sunlight."
"No problem, Brandon," I replied.
1 WEEK LATER,
The man known as Agent Sunlight was Electrocuted to death in a Russian federal prison. He refused to reveal any information about his organization or himself, all records, identifications or anything about himself before he became a spy nothing was found. He refused to reveal where he kept all his loots. At the end he revealed nothing at all. But at least the world can rest easy that such a dangerous man is dead.
Or so they thought. I was already half way across the world on my private Jet on the way to Mexico on my next mission. Turns out my organization found out about the alliance but they decided it'll be a good opportunity to fake my death. So they sent someone to break me out and who else better to send than the love of my life. The man who died on my execution, was a man who betrayed the organization and was caught. He was given a good face surgery just to look like me and so the night before my execution I was replaced by him. Midnight turned wine into the same goblet I tried to steal and offered me to drink. Well I guess I didn't fail the mission. So it's safe to say:
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED