Messy

The operation had been an easy one, or at least it should have been but Agent 009, Ceira Sage, knew she had been set up as soon as the guards burst through the door. She had managed to get off two rounds killing one of the Inflators men but the other four simply overpowered her. Groggily she opened her eyes to see two armed guards, one very well dressed and handsome man in his mid thirties and to find herself tied down to a chair and her feet bound. The well dressed man sat easily on the edge of his desk next to a large air tank with a slender tube wrap about it.

“Well, Ted, this looks like a promising match: The Olsen Twins against some pervert I never heard of.”

“That’s right, Mike. There’s nothing interesting about the set-up, particularly, but you can’t go wrong with a couple barely legal teenage blondes.”

“You got that right, Ted. I’m just going to shut up and stare at those shorts now, okay?”

“You do that, Mike.”