Someone else could see you if you were on the table, so you decide to keep climbing. You reach her right shoulder, and whisper into her ear, "Wine tastes better in August."
Without missing a beat, she replies, "And yet the weather is inclement."
Whew! for a bit there, you were afraid this climb might all have been for nothing.
The woman reached over and grabbed you with one hand, and placed you on the saucer in front of her coffee cup. "Mrs. Petit, I presume?"
"Of course, Agent Sterling. Now if I may, how should we begin to get you back to your headquaters?"
"I had presumed you had already been briefed. Very well, then first we had better get a plane ticket. I shouldn't need one, simply keep me on your person and we shouldn't have any problems."
"Agent Sterling, Where on my person did you have in mind?"
"Well, I hadn't actually given that much thought yet. . ."
"Then may i make a suggestion?" she asked as she scooped you up, and, feigning an adjustment to her bra, discreetly slipped you into her left bra cup. "There you won't attract much attention and when I empty my pockets at the airport, we won't have the problem of you popping out, nor would we have a problem of a tiny skeleton appearing on the x-ray scanner."
Unable to refute that arguement, you allowed the situation to continue as she had suggested it. You felt your world bounce as she rose and began to walk. You were relying on blind trust to this new freelancer, to get you back to headquarters.
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