Maybe Eight.

That did not go well.

In fact I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that it was a complete disaster.

Let’s see shall we, on our latest mission the following happened.

1. Stanley discovered what his power was.
2. Almost all of the bad guys got away
3. A bunch of our team, were either killed or injured…
4. …most of the rest were captured…
5. …including Michael…
6. I spilled tea over the comms equipment and now it’s all sticky.

It’s been a while since I’ve been home. When I left for the mission on Friday I thought I’d be back by Monday. (Just in time for the Game of Thrones finale.)

I did not think that I would be sitting here having just had a conversation with an angry neighbour (who was peeved because she was only supposed to be looking after my cats for the weekend) and worrying that Michael might be, at this moment, falling victim to a similar fate as George.

I don’t even know if I’m allowed to tell Katie about any of this (although judging from the 10 annoyed/angry/panicked messages on my phone I don’t think I’ll have much of a choice.) The whole mission felt like a complete disaster.

The only upside is that we did manage to capture one more bad guy/”competitor” plus Ana did manage to evade capture, although she did get shot a little bit. (She’s fine. She has all her exciting stories to distract her from the pain…okay that was a tad bitchy.)

I’ll explain what went wrong in more detail tomorrow. I’ll probably also be doing rescue mission prep.

Rescue mission prep is very hectic.

It’s pretty much normal mission prep but done at 4 times the speed of normal prep, plus with an even smaller margin of error. (Cause those two elements really compliment each other.)

So here’s to as few mistakes as is possible for me to make…

…which is usually about 7.