What Is The Story Of Trevor Coleman's Way To Spy At The Party?

Trevor Coleman was one of hundreds of people walking into the building. However, he was the only one who felt the way he did. At the age of 25, Trevor had been sent by the United States government to spy on the Russian government and keep track of the new weapons they were developing. Trevor had worked his way into the Russian inner circle, and now he worked for the captain of the eastern Russian forces, Captain Petrov. Trevor spent his days cleaning and filing, playing the part of the humble servant. However, by night, Trevor morphed into something else entirely. He was a highly trained, very determined, and extremely skilled spy. Determined to serve his country and stop the spread of communism, Trevor was ready and willing to do all that
Had he only known the peril he would face after today, he would not have walked with such a spring in his step. The day started off like any normal day, and by lunchtime Trevor was covered in ink stains and scraps of paper. Scuttling to the cafeteria, Trevor kept his eyes averted and joined the throngs of workers in line. After taking his bowl and utensils, Trevor accepted his meager portions of bread and stew. They didn’t starve you here, but they didn’t treat you to a feast either. After gobbling down his lunch, Trevor headed to his bosses office. He needed to get the new files. When he approached the door, he quieted down and prepared to knock. As he lifted his arm to knock, he hesitated when he heard snippets of a conversation. Words like security, notebook, attack, weapon, and secret peppered the air. Stepping away from the door, Trevor’s mind was whirring. “This could be big!” he thought. He needed to get his hands on whatever these men were talking about. Trevor had become so wrapped up in his plans that he stopped paying attention to his surroundings. Without warning, the door flew open and Trevor’s boss stood glaring at him.
“What exactly do you think you are doing boy?” said Petrov. His face radiated disapproval, and Trevor had to think
Breathing fast, he reviewed his options. He came to the conclusion that he needed to search Petrov’s office tonight, Whatever he learned would need to be immediately taken to his superiors. Trevor spent the rest of his day in a heightened state of anxiety. When nightfall finally came, Trevor was ready to search the office. Proceeding with caution, Trevor approached the door to Petrov’s office. Laying his ear gently against the door, Trevor listened. Silence. Petrov had left for the day. Tenderly, Trevor began to open the door. When no alarms went off, Trevor entered the office and quickly shut the door. Turning on his flashlight, he made a sweep of the room. It was a standard office, with bookshelves and filing cabinets against one wall and a desk against the other. A large map of the world was pinned on the wall, color coded to show which places were communist and which were capitalist. Rushing to the filing cabinets, Trevor began searching for anything that would give him hints about what the Russians were planning. After about 10 minutes of searching, Trevor was beginning to be frustrated. There was nothing but standard documents and maps. Kicking the cabinet in annoyance, Trevor began to feel disappointed. If he didn’t find anything, what would he send to Captain Smith in his monthly telegram? He kicked the cabinet again. Looking up again, he was eye level with the top of the cabinet. He noticed that the