I was driving down the interstate in the company's new spider. I was supposed to pick up my informant, Alana Kess. She was supposed to be posing as a young girl hitchhiking and would lead me to the spy.
When you tell most people you're an FBI agent, they usually look at you in awe, I mean how many people haven't seen a Bond movie and wanted to run up and down the globe chasing a spy? Well it's nothing like that at all. First of all, you never sleep with an informant or spy. Usually they're either too uptight or you wouldn't even want to go near them. Second, usually the only thing your chasing is a paper trail. I've never once nailed a hot spy with a thick accent while chasing some old maniac around his private island. But boy, what I wouldn't give for a little action.
Finally I see someone in the distance. Man is she a looker! I pull up to the side of the road and give her my half of the secret code. "Hey hot stuff, you looking for a ride?"
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