You adjusted your tuxedo one last time before opening the wooden door that stood in front of you. As you did this, intense white light flood the dark corridor behind you, causing to close your eyes for a second and enter into the meeting room. Immediately, you were greeted by the voice of a 40 years old woman.
"Good evening, agent. Nice to see you could assemble together some free time in the middle of your busy agenda." Handler said in a slightly infuriated tone, while looking at the digital clock at her left. It marked twenty-six past eleven. You should have been there at a quarter to eleven.
"Good evening, Handler. Excuse my unpunctuality."
"You are excused. Regardless of your unpunctual behaviour, the Republican Intel System has made the risk to give you a mission of utmost importance and urgency."
"To clean the Headquarters' toilets, ma'am?" you inquired, with a challenging voice. Handler didn't seem impressed, nor particularly offended and promptly answered:
"Although I trust you would do just fine if I gave that assignment, I'm afraid your mission is more serious than some unwashed bathrooms."
Upon having finished talking, she turned her head away from the shiny wooden table next to which she has sit, and pressed one of the small set of buttons underneath her chair's arm. This made the room's strong light go off, and an holoprojector in the middle of the room to project the image of a young, pink-skinned humanoid who you eventually identified as being a Zeltron.
"She is, or rather was, until a few time ago, one of ours. An agent of the RIS. Her name is Waji Endarag, 24 years old, born in Zeltros."
"And?"
"She b-"
"Wait, you said she was one of ours?"
"In fact, she was, agent. However, she recently became rogue on the Republic and has been ever since running away from us with critical intelligence on Coruscant and Kamino's defense systems. Because the Director of the SIS, Separatist Intelligence Service is said to have over two million pairs of eyes and ears peeking around, the Confederacy has found out and is trying to make contact with her."
"I presume you want me to track Waji down and arrest her."
"Rather intuitive, young boy. There are a few problems, though. First, there seems to be an entire Corps of the Armed Wing of the SIS stationed in Dantooine, where Waji is believed to be hiding. Second, several entities around the Galaxy seem to have their eyes on her. The three most important are the Separatists, of course, Zeltros Defense Ministry which would be most interested in having Waji back on their ranks, and the Corporate Sector, who dreams of an alliance with the CIS. By capturing her, they would have an excellent start of relationship with the Confederacy. Third, as you may know from your previous incident in Zeltros, Zeltron female have powerful pheromones that make males of various species, namely the Human race, submissive toward them. But I trust you will handle this three problems."
You blushed intensely upon remembering of your 'incident' with that Zeltron Military Intelligence agent, that had ever since left you slightly attracted to female feet... you put this bad memories aside and answered the middle-aged bat you called "Boss".
"Of course, ma'am."
"Good. All other information is in your Infopad. Good luck, boy."
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