"There's a big reception at the embassy this evening, and your target will be in attendance," Control continues. "It would be seen as... impolite if we were to plant a bug of any sort on them. Not to mention, technology has developed to the point now where one would be detected in seconds. The government has gotten tired of misinformation."
"So this is where the shrinking comes in."
"Exactly. Miss Hensley here, under the guise of the ambassador's new aide, will slip you onto the person of the target, from where you will report in to us at regular intervals on their plans."
"For how long?"
"Oh, don't worry. What little intelligence we've gthered so far indicates that whatever is going to happen is going to happen soon. We just need you to discover exactly when. And what and where, to be honest."
"You don't know diddly."
"Ahem, yes... Miss Hensley will give you a full briefing after you have undergone the procedure. If you would follow her now, it can get underway."
You nod to Control and turn to follow Miss Hensley's perfect figure as it sashays out of the room. When she stops and looks back over her shoulder, you are forced to raise your gaze and walk up alongside her for the rest of the journey.
"You've heard of Abrudztan, I take it?" she asks.
You confirm this information. You've been to the former Communist-bloc country on several occasions; it seems as if there's no end to the number of clandestine meetings that the superpowers and their enemies choose to use it as the middleman for.
"There's been another change of regime, and it is feared that it could destabilise the entire region. Rumours of several hush-hush shipments being delivered over the last few months suggest that the latest coup had been planned for some time. We're sure that something big is going to follow soon."
You both disembark from the lift, on the floor that is given over to the boffins of R&D. It is here that you've been equipped with the cutting edge of technological spygear on your past missions.
"Come on, it's this way," says Miss Hensley, holding a door open for you.
Would it hurt to pay a visit to your old friend, the head scientist here? Picking up a gadget or two might come in handy later.
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