Dangerously Yours: Masquerade Script

Distant laughter, a string quartet playing a Viennese waltz, water lapping against stone.

“My real name. It’s Irina. I was recruited in Minsk. I don’t have amnesia, Mr. Reed. I have a block. They program us to forget our missions until a trigger word. The Count said ‘entertainment.’ That wasn’t it. But ‘masquerade’... that’s the word.” dangerously yours masquerade script

“Is it? Look around, Mr. Reed. One in ten of these masks is not a costume. It is a job. And the Chameleon is here tonight. I’ve seen them change masks three times in the last hour—a harlequin, a doctor, now a doge. But the hands... the hands are always the same. Long. Steady. Left-handed.” Distant laughter, a string quartet playing a Viennese

“There’s a microfilm in the stem. The real list. Meet me in the grotto under the bridge at eleven forty-five. I’ll unmask the Chameleon. But don’t be late. I’m told my memory is... unreliable after midnight.” I was recruited in Minsk

Dripping water, distant music muffled by stone, the creak of a gondola.