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When the call came, Christy Carlisle knew what to do.

She and two other deep cover CIA agents in Paris had been compromised. Unable to leave France due to the escalating war, they each had one hour to completely terminate their mission: bank accounts closed, pertinent intelligence faxed home, papers shredded and burned, car and belongings dumped in the Seine outside of town. It was risky in broad daylight, but there was no alternative. On the river bank, Christy stripped naked and tossed her clothes in the water.

Erasing herself was all that remained.

Vaughan stood in front of the ornate mirror and smiled mischievously to herself, stifling a giggle. A cute waistcoat, a blouse, a pencil skirt and she was transformed from platinum blonde hipster to deferential waitress. She had dyed her hair black to match and rounded the outfit off with a bow-tie. This get-up made her look so sweet and subservient, how could she possibly arouse suspicion? She smiled again, a touch of menace in the smile betraying her malevolent intentions, but only to her reflection.

The door swung open to vague swearing and mumbling as Thomas walked in, a large box in his arms.

“Lisa! I’m back!” he said, as he kicked the door closed, and walked into the front room of the apartment. “Dang that thing’s heavy…” he said as he put the box down with a thud.

Today was the big sale. Tess walked down the street, her long hair bouncing from side to side. She had just gotten her paycheck today and it was just burning in her pocket. One of Tess's number one hobbies is to collect rare toys, though most girls at her work find her very immature when it comes to her hobby. They always picked on her because she blew her money out the window before on toys and gadgets before anything else. Luckily today was the biggest sale of the year. Maybe this time she won't spend all her money.