Imagine If...

I am one of the few select secret agents of the Auriferous Sock Hunters(A.S.H.). Our group is a group that is dedicated to finding the socks that were once given to the entire kingdom of Greenland, which was relatively small in that century of the 13th. These socks were given by the first ancestors of the family tree now known as the Mennonites. Let me give you a bit of brief history here.

Back in that day and age, there lived a couple, a man and a woman (the ancestors), and they lived in poverty. One day, on a romantic walk through through new woods, they came across much gold and celebrated with wine until they were drunk. When they were sober again, the two agreed that they should not waste what they had stumbled upon. So they took their gold to a friend who made all his own clothes. After many discussions with the man, the couple agreed to pay him a third of their gold to have him make several pairs of socks, woven with gold. We cannot tell exactly how many were made, but it is believed to be near 200. With the remaining gold they sailed to Greenland and gave a pair to each person who lived in that kingdom, and two to both the king and queen. They did this in hopes of gaining face with the king for doing a generous deed for his nation so that he would give them a position of honour. But it was only they and the man who knew about the gold, for the socks were mainly made of wool.

That is all that is known about the beginning of my epic adventure. That is the legend that has been pasted down through out the generations, and has stumbled in to the hands of my life. I have embraced this story, and am now piously faithful to the A.S.H. Our job is to find the socks that have now been dispersed through out the globe. Since that couple passed away, it is unknown what happened to their family line. You may find information in history books about the story of the Mennonites that is contradictory to what is written here. But I assure you, it is on behalf of us A.S.H., to keep the secret, a secret.

Now, more about me. I cannot give you my location for that is far to important to release here, but in the very room where I sleep, there lies a small hidden trapdoor underneath my bed, which I escape to in the night. It works much like a vacuum in it's design and wherever I may be, with in a minute I'll be out to the headquarters located in Halifax, Nova Scotia. A.S.H. currently has 11 socks (not pairs) stowed away in the highest security storage units available to the world at the moment. There twenty-three of us agents, in twenty-three different locations on the map. We assume that the next sock to find may be found in Nigeria, but there is work yet to be done. It's dangerous business, but that's simply what I live.

One of my codenames is agent P.Apple, signing out.