Almost feeling a bit of pity for agent Barton at the moment. The World Cup, the president of the U.S.A., Iran, idiots, terrorists, world attention.

Behind the scenes some strange things have/are occurring. Music playing of unity while a singular thread on a drone vibrates on.

Look at her sing of desire, look at him perspire. Feel it? So strong. So right. So wrong.

History of stone meeting flesh. Honor tainted with ambitious righteous attitude.

Dancing moments where chaos and precision collide.

A gold cup. A cold heart. Another day to asunder.

One day the world will find real peace in real people

Meanwhile bring on the actors.