The man shook his head. “I belong to a special division that doesn’t have IDs. I’m known as Agent 11, or A-Eleven.” Sam chuckled. “Agent 11? Seriously? Are you going to tell me there’s Agent 007 too?” The look Agent 11 gave him was definitely long-suffering. “No, James Bond and Double-ohs aren’t real. But MI6 is. And some of us do have codenames.” “So what’s your name, then? I feel silly calling you Agent 11 in my head.” “Classified.” Sam grinned. “Your name is Classified? Very unusual.”
