We managed to elude the remaining pursuers by driving down some abandoned train tracks on the wheel rims after shooting the tires out. I then re-inflated the tires with the big red button in the glove compartment, and then made an impossible jump over a washed out bridge (you would think my life was a movie or something.) The rest of our trip was uneventful – except for one unfortunate incident involving me accidentally pressing the ejector seat and sending Ms Muffin shooting through the top of the car. She amazingly landed cat-like on her feet. We reached the Russian spy’s hide-out in a remote beach cave. We approached quietly, not wanting to startle her and end up with a big, dramatic chase involving totally impossible leaps, grueling climbs up sheer walls, and harrowing hangs from window ledges hundreds of feet from the ground. Fortunately, we caught her while she was bathing in a nearby waterfall and she was unaware that we were there until we were upon her.
She was a dark-haired beauty wearing a white bikini that provided quite a view. I whispered over my shoulder, “I think I can handle things from here, Ms Muffin. I will meet you at the rendezvous later.” I approached slowly, gun out just in case.
“You need to work on your stealth skills,” she said in perfect English.
“Don’t make any sudden moves, Miss…?”
“Stuvall… Naughtya Stuvall. Mr…?”
“Fox… hey wait.. that’s my trademark reply. You can’t use it!”
“I’m a spy, Mr Foxdale. That’s standard spy stuff. I invalidate your trademark.”
I didn’t bother to ask her how she knew my name. I did frisk her though, just in case she was hiding a weapon in her bikini. I then asked her if she was here to defect and she said she was but that she had been followed and it would be necessary to eliminate her pursuers before she considered working for the British. She led me into her secret spy cave, where she just happened to have two prototype motorcycles and a pair of infiltration suits. We sped through the narrow streets of a quaint European village, the villagers politely scattering to the side as we raced by. They must have been very happy to see us because they tossed us fruit and vegetables as we passed.
We tracked Miss Stuvall’s pursuers to a warehouse apartment building in the industrial district. The apartment was on the second floor so I asked Naughtya to wait for me while I scaled the wall using state-of-the-art-wall-scaling gadgets supplied by Q division. I gained the balcony and turned to toss a rope down to Naughtya but noticed she was no longer on the ground. I shrugged and spent several unsuccessful minutes trying to gain access through the door using every technique I knew before I heard a “click” and the door opened to reveal Naughtya standing there smirking, “Having trouble, Mr Foxdale?”
I smiled weakly and we searched the apartment using standard spy casing techinques but it appeared Naughtya’s pursuers had fled. We returned to my spy hangout and I welcomed her to the team using standard spy welcoming techniques. “Ohhhh… Calgon…”
Love is wearing:
Ashmoot Bond Girl – SNSH Gift
Scene 2 and 3
<GC> Baikonur- Black – SNSH Gift
Marley Clothing Co. SHS Hunt Lingerie – SNSH Gift
Cal is wearing:
Ashmoot Bond Tie Jacket – SNSH Gift
Scene 2 and 3:
<GC> Baikonur- Black – SNSH Gift
Motorcycle – Prototype by BC Custom Bikes and Design
Bed – Homes With a Heart Bond Gift