More about my story

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So, like every ancient city, there was a concerted effort to build over caverns, dungeons, and make secret passageways for reasons only known to those who created and used them.

The city we’re in for the story has a large underground area, which the government allows visitors to explore, but with a guide.  A great deal of the catacombs are closed off, the excuse being that they have not been explored or they are not safe.

Of course the more sinister and reasonable explanation is that the government believes the catacombs hide the whereabouts of the resistance.  How else are they so cunningly able to avoid being detected and be able to turn up in places that take far longer for the police, secret or otherwise, to get there.

And, of course, it is a place where our spy must go to satisfy his own curiosity.

Having run into and been summoned by the local police chief, a circumspect man who does not work for or agree with the methods of the secret police but is wise enough not to interfere, our man needs him to get permission to explore.

Of course, the police chief has his suspicions, and our man has an idea that somewhere down there, the head of the resistance is hiding.  Or captured by the military and/or the secret police.  His relationship with the police chief is going to be an ongoing dance.

As for the girl in white, he has now discovered that she is the daughter of his target to watch over.  It briefly causes a little concern, but now he knows he will not be making a big mistake.  But there’s something else, while she might think she has the run of the city, out man doesn’t agree, and he’s going to have to extend the protective arm over her too.

Good thing he has help.