So, with simple, unimpressive architecture and a central location in the heart of Utopian Metropolis as part of the disguise, as well as a gourmet bakery in the front, the Ministry of Helpers and Peacekeepers existed unnoted. Except on Wednesdays, which was two-for-one donut day.
What goes on in your mind?!
If I ever have to hide an international peace keeping mission, or master criminal opperations (often the difference only depends upon your point of view), I'm going to use a bakery.
I'm loving this, emotional and kooky (never thought I'd use that word, but it just sprung in there) at the same time.
Thank you!
Helga
