Have you every had that feeling that somebody was watching you? In a creepy stalking kind of way, and you look behind your back in short  stuttered movements hoping that you will be fine. Hoping that nobody will appear behind you and brutally murder you, or aim a gun at your head till you told them your secrets.
"Miss Carly, your next mission awaits."
As The daughter of the queen and England's first 10 year old spy these statements were true for me. Being related to Sir bonde himself I had spy instincts in my body, every single second my soul was itching for another case to solve. Without one I was nothing. There was something strange about this mission though, something... Shall I say fishy.