So, You Think You Want To Be A Regency Spy…
Good day, friends. Um, I don’t want to scare anybody, but now that Book 4 of the Inferno Club series is newly released out into the world, the Duke of Warrington is here to try to recruit some new agents for the Order of St. Michael the Archangel (AKA The Inferno Club).
The boys have done their duty, you see, and they want to go home and enjoy a peaceful life with their wives. So, His Grace asked me to let you all know that we are putting the call out for any studly heroes you might have lying around that need something do to.
Me: Sir, yes, sir!
Warrington: Would you take this seriously, please?
Me: Sorry, Rohan. (Thinking His Grace is living up to his nickname as the Beast….hardass)
Warrington (with an impatient growl): All right, people, listen up! It takes years to develop the skills necessary to become a highly effective Order agent like myself. However, a natural aptitude is necessary. The right temperament and attitude for the spy life will be the innate foundation that our training will build on. I’m here to test your aptitude for this noble calling. Answer the questions below to the best of your ability. Then we shall see if you are really Order material. RIGHT! Have at it, then, maggots!
W: Got that? Easy, right?! Let’s take a good hard stab at a few more.
W: Now you’re catching on, aren’t you?
Me: I don’t like the one about the dog.
W: Hey, we’ve got to weed out any possible Prometheans. We’ve got a whole different psychological quiz for suspected villains. But, let’s continue. Time is money here, people.
W: Looking lively, people, I’m impressed. Onward…
W: All right, not bad. Now we’re going to test your brains a bit and your knowledge. Foley! I see you whispering in the back with Neville and the other ladies! Don’t make me come back there.
Me: You don’t scare me. I wrote you.
W: EXCUSE ME?
Me: Gulp. Nothing. Sorry, do continue, please. (Note to self: Avoid arguing with 6’4′ domineering warrior-duke.)
W: Now, we’ll be in touch with anyone who seems remotely capable of being turned into an uber-agent like me and my colleagues–
Me: Excuse me, Your Grace! If I may, I have one for you, that I think our guests will also enjoy taking a crack at.
W: Hit me.
W, frowning: That’s a trick question, isn’t it?
Me, with a smile: Not really. So, how did we all do?