The Aztec Twelve-Step
secret network of spies- standard practice to have a pig diagram tattooed on your body
- … well, your friend, really
- I touched his arm that day in the park
- glued to your head
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The Aztec twelve-step was thought by many to be a myth, but those of us in the business knew it was the initiation protocol of a very secret network of spies, like, even more secret than a regular spy network. Steps one through eleven were not too hard to track down, but of course the twelfth and final step was the one for all the marbles.
“That still doesn’t explain your escape,” I said.
“Well you see, it enabled me to become initiated, and the secret network released me so I could go on my first mission for them.” Tessa’s eyes became evasive. “I never completed that mission, so now I’m considered a defector.”
“Teach me the twelfth and final step,” I said. “Then maybe I can clear your name.”
She shook her head, but then she scrunched her forehead and stared at me. “All I can tell you right now is, for male initiates, it’s standard practice to have a pig diagram tattooed on your body.” She smirked. “We could kill two birds with one needle, if you let me ink you… well, your friend really… with that design.”
“No deal,” I said. “I want to help you out, but not like that.”
She gazed off into the distance. “If only I’d known where it would all lead, when I touched his arm that day in the park.”
“Whose arm?”
“I didn’t know it was him until later: the Silent One, the Prime Mime. It was an honest mistake! I was distracted. You would be too, if you had a xylophone glued to your head.”
“Why was there…” I trailed off. I knew she wasn’t going to tell me.
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