“Eleven.” You reply.
With an approving nod, he leans forward and says, “There is a super spy at this carnival.”
“Thanks,” You say, “You flatter me.”
“Not you, idiot.”  He says.  “A man with no name, but we have a description.  I’ll draw him for you.”  He begins to draw with quick, measured strokes.  “This man carries a briefcase.  Inside that briefcase is a code.  We need that code, and we need you to get it.”
“No problem.”  You say, with the easy confidence of someone who has nothing to lose because they’re sitting at home in front of their computer.
Finished, he holds up the drawing.  “This is the man.”  He says.

Your mouth becomes a grim line as you say: “The face of evil.”
“That caricature looks nothing like you,” offers a passer-by, helpfully.
You scan the crowd.  This cretin will not be able to hide from you for long.

 Click on the Superspy!