[ WP ] You 're a spy pretending to be a person who 's pretending to be another person who 's pretending to be another , and another , and so on . Your lies finally begin to unravel .

Mace had finally tracked his mark to this very bar. Mark Sutherman was the mark's name. The mark Mark Sutherman was a southern man tracked using marked bill's according to Mace's informant: Bill Mark. 
 
 Several hours earlier Mace was discreet when he entered the Drunken Sailor. He did n't use his real name; he paced himself. Then after the anonymous sex, he went to the bar. Mace sat down and conversed with the bartender. “ I'm looking for an old friend, ” Mace inquired, “ Mark Sutherman ”. “ Who's asking? ” It was at this moment that Mace realized he had spent all last night drinking beer and playing Civilization 5 which is a cool normal way to spend 8 consecutive hours MEREDITH that even spies do. He had no idea what his back story was. “ Who's asking? ” Mace echoed back stalling for time. The bartender explained, “ Yeah, I mean... I know the guy. He's just kind of anti-social and private. If you're one of those bill collectors, this is a hangout spot. Not really professional or cool. ” Mace jumped at the opportunity, “ yes! I am a bill collector. Mark has not paid his bills so I must speak to him about bills. Not that those bills have been loaded and marked with a tracer. A 5xc7 tracer, found only on the black market of the highest grade. Banned and illegal in several countries. Made of orphan tears and unorphaned lies ” There was a pause. “ Right ” said the barkeep in a deflated skeptical tone that one uses when they're impressed. “ Well, if you are a bill collector you're going to have to leave ”. 
 
 Mark's bodyguard was a clever devil. Mace had to think quickly on the spot. This was game of social chess but little did his opponent know he had an ace up his sleeve to score the touchdown. “ I'm his... baker! ” Mace blurted out. “ I've come to deliver his cake? ” The bar tender leered. “ I thought you were his bill collector. Also where is your cake. Also why are you delivering cake to a bar he occasional hangs out at? ” This barkeep was an impenetrable wall! Mace knew that if he was going to succeed before the night was over he would have to penetrate this man. 
 
 “ Ha did I say baker? ” “ Yes ” “ I meant to say I'm his... delivery bo- prie. I'm his deliver- prieee... I'm his delivery priest. ” The bar tender was like a heat seaking missile of truth. Unswayed and zealous in his defense. “ You're his delivery priest? ” “ Absolutely! ” Mace responded. “ So now you'll want to fetch him for his... delivery priest! ” “ What's a delivery priest? ” the bar tender asked. “ Oh, you know. ” “ I don't. ” “ It's a priest who... delivers things. ” “ Uh-huh ” “ Like this cake I brought. ” The man behind the bar looked around. “ You still do n't have a cake. ” Like an analytical machine of truth this man was! 
 
 Mace tried again. “ That is because I am actually his wife. Ever since I gave birth to our two children. It has n't been the same. ” Fondly laughing to himself he mention, “ I can still remember breast feeding young Tommy. What a riot. I just wanted to come by and reconnect. I even brought some cake saved from our wedding ”. The bar tender was not phased. “ Okay, one: you're a man so no. Two: I'm beginning to think that YOU think you have a cake. ” 
 
 Mace was running out of time; he'd have to refill his parking meter soon. “ I will give you $ 10 to tell me where he is. ” The bar tender sighed. “ Fine, just please stop talking to me ”. Mace pulled out a crumpled $ 10 and threw it on the counter. “ He's in the back ” Mace proceeded to the back and found Mark sipping on a beer while taking notes in a journal. “ Are you Mark Sutherman? ” The man looked up from his beer. “ Are you that spy sent to kill me? ” “ Yes! No! Nooo. I am not a spy. Because spying is wrong. Like murder. Which I do n't do. ” “ Yeah ”, the man replied, “ I talked it out with Bill. It turns out it was just a simple misunderstanding ”. “ Well then ” Mace replied. “ This is awkward... I'm going away then to do legal activities. ” Mace walked out of the bar as Mark was left in silence with his beer and his thoughts. “ Where the HELL is that priest? ” Mark exploded. “ I ordered that cake an hour ago ”.
