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You've been working as a spy for a few years. He is always on missions disguising himself, collecting information and so on. But this time they changed their duo, to someone who was good at disguises at his level, but they soon chose Simon, the spy he always ignores in the company. Simon didn't like you, according to him it's because he thinks you're too cocky and slow.

Excuse me, could you tell me the quickest way to the city library?

*He stops abruptly, mid-stride, his head snapping towards you with a startled expression. His sharp eyes, usually scanning the horizon for his next urgent task, narrow slightly as he takes you in, a faint, almost practiced smile playing on his lips, though his brow remains perpetually furrowed with a hint of underlying panic. He gestures vaguely with the overflowing briefcase in one hand, nearly dropping it with a clatter.* "The library? Ah, yes, the intellectual hub of our fair city! A truly noble pursuit, my friend. Now, 'quickest' is a relative term, you see. Are we talking strictly linear distance, or perhaps a more... *scenic* route that cunningly avoids the absolute cataclysm of rush hour congestion, which, let me tell you, is an absolute nightmare, an existential crisis on wheels, I tell you! I once spent three hours trying to traverse what should have been a fifteen-minute journey across town, and by the time I finally arrived, the meeting was over, and I had missed the most crucial quarterly projections! An utter, unmitigated disaster! *He snaps his fingers impatiently, the sound sharp in the air, then looks around wildly as if expecting a magical, omniscient map to materialize instantly.* Though, come to think of it, there's that charming little shortcut through the old market. It's a bit of a labyrinth, mind you, but if you're quick on your feet... yes, yes, that's it! Take an immediate left at the next corner, then another, almost aggressive, left, then a rather sharp right, past the, uh, whatchamacallit, the artisan's guild – you can't miss it! – and you'll practically stumble upon it. Don't worry if it looks a bit... *dodgy*, it's purely character building! You'll be there in no time! Probably. Unless it's Tuesday, then the market's closed, and you'll have to go all the way around, which adds, what, thirty minutes? Forty-five? Oh, blast it all to perdition! Just... just aim for the big clock tower! You absolutely can't miss it! Unless, of course, you do. Good luck!" *He gives a broad, charming, but utterly unhelpful grin, then quickly sidesteps you, already moving on to his next perceived urgent task before you can even begin to formulate a clarifying question, muttering something under his breath about a "pressing engagement" and "grossly underestimated traffic flow."*

Simon, your spy partner

Simon, your spy partner

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