SPY x FAMILY (SPY×FAMILY)

I need to be at the embassy ASAP.

I should have you there in about 20 minutes, sir.

Huh? The brake's not-- What?

What's going on?

Driver, you keep your eyes on the damn road!

Apparently, one of our diplomats in Ostania

has died in a car accident.

Though we suspect he was assassinated

by the east's far-right political party.

It's becoming clearer by the day they're trying to push us

into an all-out war.

To protect the people of Westalis,

we need to know exactly what they're planning.

Let's put him on the job.

With stakes this high,

we need to use the best agent in our roster.

"Twilight."

Just as promised, photographic proof

that the foreign minister wears a toupee.

Negatives, too.

Very nicely done.

Yeah, he'll be forced to resign now.

Well, until next time.

Hey!

So how 'bout you hand over those goods you promised me?

Huh? I, uh-- But you were just--

He set me up!

Code name: Twilight.

A spy of the highest caliber.

While the nations of the world waged a fierce war

of information in the shadows,

this master of disguise, man of a hundred faces,

survived only by the skills he's honed.

Daddy's been in such a foul mood lately

because someone stole his toupee pictures, or something.

I mean, honestly! What a bore.

Robert, are you listening?

Hm? Yes, how unfortunate.

Oh, would you look at that? Could that be us one day?

Karen, let's break up.

Huh?!

I'm afraid you're just not that intelligent.

Bye. Best of luck to you.

Robert! Hey!

You can't walk out on me! Come back here!

Sorry, Karen,

but I have no further use of you, or your father.

As of tonight, I'm also done with "Robert."

Dreams of marriage and a normal, happy life?

I threw those away the day I became a spy.

Along with my true identity.

Meow.

Must be Cipher C.

The train bound for Berlint

is now departing on track five.

Good day, or perhaps, good evening, Twilight.

Excellent work on your last assignment.

For the good of our country,

the minister lived to see another day, all thanks to you.

Now then, here is your next mission.

Your target is the head of the National Unity Party:

Donovan Desmond.

A grave threat to the truce between East and West.

You'll need to get close to him

and probe for any seditious activities.

In order to achieve this,

you must get married and have a child.

Say what?

Due to his suspicious nature,

Desmond is almost a total recluse.

His only social appearances are at events

held at the elite private school his son attends.

They serve as informal get-togethers

for the upper echelon--

politicians and industrial leaders.

You will have your child enroll in this school

and infiltrate one of these social gatherings.

However, the enrollment deadline is drawing near.

In one week, to be precise.

I'm supposed to have a kid in seven days?

Ahem. Sorry.

We're calling it Operation Strix.

It's the key to maintaining peace between East and West,

and perhaps the entire world.

You're the type of hero who casts no shadow.

Your great deeds never seeing the light of day.

Although you won't receive any medals or public fanfare,

don't forget that your blood, sweat, and tears

make everyone else's day-to-day lives possible

All right.

I threw away my identity when I became Twilight,

so I'll take on the role of "father"

if it means the world will be a safer place.

This is one of our single-family apartments.

The unit comes furnished, has central heat and air and--

Um, sir?

No wiretaps, securable escape routes.

I believe I'll take it.

Excellent, Mister Forger.

Now, if you'd sign these documents.

Loid Forger. Occupation, psychiatrist.

That's the role I'll be playing.

A man with a loving family and a happy home.

I'm sure you and your family will love it here.

So, tell me, do you have a boy or girl?

Ah, guess I'll be deciding that soon.

Huh?

It all sounds like a real burden for a spy.

Hm? So, ya wanna adopt, do ya?

Indeed, I do.

I heard that your orphanage was looking for families.

You see, my wife and I--

Yeah, yeah.

Just grab whichever one you want.

They're right this way.

What a horrible environment.

But a place this shady

is more likely to have incomplete records.

It'll be easier to come up with a backstory.

I'll make this mission work even if it involves a child.

I would've preferred to handle it on my own,

but no matter how skilled I may be,

disguising myself as a child is out of my range.

I should mention, I'd like a child who can read and write,

if that's possible.

Yeah? I gotcha.

Anya here's the smartest one we got.

She don't talk much, but she's a good kid.

I'd love to get this weird, creepy little brat

outta my hair once and for all.

C'mon, Anya, say hi.

Uh. Excuse me.

Eden College only accepts students six and up.

This girl looks no older than four or five.

Six. I'm six!

You're six years old? Heh.

She's quite small for that age.

Hm? The newspaper?

Ah, but the crossword puzzle

would be too difficult for a child.

Of course, for me, it's more like "child's play."

One down is "homeostasis." One across is "causal closure."

The one below that is "symplectomorphism."

She completed it?

With that kind of intellect,

Eden's entrance exam'll be a breeze!

Sir, I'll take her. About the paperwork...

Don't sweat it. Just take her home already.

As a spy, getting that part of the mission done

so easily worries me.

So, is this okay with you?

A spy on a mission? So cool!

This little girl is a telepath.

Test Subject 007.

She possessed the ability to read people's minds.

This gift was accidentally created in an experiment

by a certain organization.

Since fleeing them,

she's been without a place to truly call home.

Listen, little girl.

Anya.

Listen, Anya.

Starting today, you will be my daughter,

but if anyone asks, you've always been my daughter.

Do you understand?

Yep.

So please make sure that you address me as "Father."

Papa!

Close enough.

Hello there, young lady.

Aren't you the most precious little thing?

We're the Forgers, and we just moved in.

I'm Anya. I've always been Papa's daughter.

Oh...

Didn't need to say that.

Come on, let's go inside.

This is my house now?

It is.

A TV!

You can turn it on.

Spy Wars, an animated adventure!

I really like this show.

Coincidence?

A pistol with a silencer, huh? You're not...

It's so cool!

I'll secure everything we need,

which includes a forged ID for her.

I'm stepping out for a bit.

Just sit tight and watch your show.

Uh! An adventure!

It's not an adventure-- it's a shopping trip.

Papa! I wanna pistol with a silencer!

Sure, if there's one on sale.

To be a master spy,

one must act normally and not draw any attention.

Today, we're a regular, inconspicuous family.

Papa! Please! Save me!

That's not inconspicuous!

Now, now, sweetie.

Make sure you've got a good hold on your daddy's hand, okay?