"So...Any possible leads to get close to her closest full of skeletons?" You ask.
"Fortunately, she's having a gala at her estate to push support for this bill...Buncha legislative leeches, congressional clowns and lobbyists scum, circle-jerking each other with some A to C list celebrities perform and socialize to stay relevant in pop culture..." Malory said.
"So...Your typical political gala...Who's performing? Cher?" You ask.
"Close. Madonna." Malory answers.
"And I assume we'll be crashing this gala and searching for some dirt on her?" Lana asks.
"Close. You'll(Lana) be crashing the gala, and you'll(Anon) be looking for that dirt..." Director Malory clarified.
"Sounds like she has all the fun and I do all the espionage" You said half jokingly.
*Click!*
"Wanna say that again, James Thumb?" Lana said as she held her gun to you. The barrel of which, you could comfortably crawl into with your current size.
"Put that away Lana, with your aim and his size, he'd be the safest person in the room." The Director ordered, followed by Lana holstering her gun.
"Sorry, It was a joke..." You apologized to Lana.
"Whatever...Let's just get this over with..." Lana said in a reply, followed by snatching you back up and heading to an office desk with what you presumed to be her stuff.
As she heads out with her stuff in hand and you on her loop earring, you began to ponder the logistics of pulling off this mission.
"So...How we gonna do this?...Sneak me into the bathroom and into the ventilation system? Keep me in your purse until I need to be deployed? Comms to signal for a rendezvous? Or, maybe I could send it to your smartwatch...Obviously not as 'meet me at the rendezvous' because that would be terrible for the mission...Gotta come up with a code phrase for it...Maybe disguised as a notification?" You said, throwing out ideas.
"Hmmm...If we do comms, we should keep the chatter to a minimum to avoid intercepting our channel...The ventilation idea is good. We'd of course need schematics for the ventilation system, shouldn't be that hard...and that watch notification signal is perfect...Maybe one for recovery, and one to evacuate...I just hope that whatever dirt we dig up on her works..." Lana said.
"Well...she is a politican..." You pointed out.
"Okay, I get it...You're a libertarian." Lana says.
"Actually, I'm more of a Minarchist..." You clarify.
Before the two of you leave, Lana detours you both into an enormous laboratory, which you assume is run by Krieger. After scrounging around, you find some surveillance and communications equipment that, for a full sized person, would be virtually invisible to. For you, it functions as a clunky set of equipment, thankfully only hindering your mobility minimally. Lana found some scraps of cloth from what you both figure to be patches for field ops attire. You managed to put together an outfit your size with Lana's help. After a quick test of your equipment's compatibility with Lana's gear, the two of you are off.
During the flight to California, you and Agent Kane began talking.
"California, here I come again...God must hate me..." You said seated across from Agent Kane.
"Same here...Born and raised...Same?" She asks you.
"Same for me at least...My older sister was born in Santa Fe...Folks are from Ohio and New York...They moved from Santa Fe to a suburb in California when my sister was just a young kid, and I was still in the womb..." You explained some of your family background.
"So...we still calling you Anon?" Lana asks.
"Well...I guess I better get used to having my name said in ISIS...It's Stewart...Stewart G.(George) Szalinski" You said well aware how ironic your name is now.
"Well, nice to meet you, Stewart." Agent Kane said, offering her pinky finger as a sort of offer for a handshake.
[Does she not know how ironic my name is now?] You thought as you made an effort to shake her pinky nail.
"So...I take it from your name that you're Polish?" She asks.
"Polish and Puertorrican..." You clarified.
"Ah...There names wouldn't happen to be Tony and Maria, would they?" She asks.
"Actually, yes..." You confirmed. Clearly she at least knows West Side Story.
"Wow! That's funny!...Must be sick of all the West Side Story jokes..." She wondered.
"Funnily enough, they met watching that movie in the city..." You brought up.
"Really? No way!" She said in disbelief.
"I know, I know...Straight out of fairytale..." You said.
*Ring! Ring!*
"Uh, hang on...It's my mother..." Lana said with some reluctance in her voice.
"Hi mom!...Every is good...Actually I'm in the middle of work, can I call you ba-...Wait, what?...Who's gala?...I'm sorry, who's gonna be there?...Madonna?...Well...I suppose that I could come with you and dad...After work of course...What time?...Oh, okay...Shouldn't be more than a few hours away...I'll meet you both at the gala...Okay, bye...Love you both!" Lana said, finishing up the call, then hanging up.
"Was that phone call what I think it was?" You ask.
"Apparently, God's smiling at me...because we have our way in..." She confirmed.
A few more hours, you were both ready to commence your mission. With Ms. Kane all dressed up and glamorous, and you in her purse, you both entered the gala with her parents.
After a few minutes, Lana managed to get to the bathroom, ready to deploy you.
"Alright, you do your thing...Signal for me to recover you, and I'll be sure to be under a vent." She says, putting you into the vent.
After navigating your way through the vents, you made it to Senator Prince's bedroom, propelling down to the hardwood floor with the help of dental floss. Searching around her room provided little to no dirt, literally and metaphorically. This lady seems squeaky clean...too clean. Something's seems a little too perfect here. You did some more digging and found a file with a page with several hospitals and funeral homes. In addition to that, you see a list of several morticians' schedules with some of there names circles. Obviously very odd for a politician, let alone a senator, to have this information in her personal space. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a mini fridge that sticks out like a sore thumb. After a bit of effort, you managed to open the door, revealing IV bags of blood. Human blood. Things are just getting darker and darker.
Once you had all your the evidence recorded, you went back to the floss and climbed your way back to the vent.
"Alright...Time to signal Lana for recovery..." You said as you tapped away on a micro-comm, which to you was the size of a tablet.
》Lana's POV
"Hahah...that's a good one...
*Blink!*
Oh, hang on...I got a message..." Lana said as she looked at her smartwatch to see a gif of a funny cat video, being the signal for recovery. "Awe! What a cute cat video! Speaking of cats, my stomach's purring a little, I'm gonna go get a bite to eat..."
Agent Kane broke away from her parents and headed to the platter tables, making sure to be right under a vent.
"Lana! Get over here! It's Senator Prince! You have to meet her." Mrs. Kane beckon her daughter over.
"Oh, damn it...Coming Mother!...Can't even be left alone to get some damn food..." Agent Kane said, while stuffing her handbag with food that won't make an absolute mess in her purse.
Heading back to her parents to meet Senator Alexis Prince.
"Lana, I'd like you to meet Senator Prince! Senator, our oldest daughter Lana." Claudette Kane introduced the two women.
"Hi there! It's nice to meet you Lana. I've heard so much about you!" Senator Prince greeted Lana.
"Oh, nice to meet you too! I love this gala you're having, the atmosphere is amazing and the food looks delicious!"
Oh, thank you, and yes, the food IS delicious! You have to try the biltong before you leave, it's to die for!" Senator Prince said.
"Sure thing, but I should really take it for on the go...I've gotta head out soon so I can catch my flight back to work in New York..." Lana said, technically telling the truth.
"Oh, really?! Can't you stay a bit longer? Madonna going to perform my all time favorite song soon." The Senator revealed.
"Not for too long I'm afraid...My boss is a bitch..." Agent Kane admitted.
"Lana! Don't use the B-word! It's demeaning to women worldwide." Claudette begged her daughter.
"Not to mention insulting to canines..." Lemuel Kane joked.
"I'm not sorry, Mother...She's a homophobic racist cunt, and it's better that I get this off of my chest before I have to face her again..." Lana admitted.
"Oh, I've met too many women like that in the campaign myself...I totally understand..." Senator Prince said in empathy.
"Could we at least get a picture of the the three of us before you leave?" Claudette begged her daughter.
"Don't you mean the four of us, Mom?!" Ms. Kane, Lana's younger sister said as she walked up to the group.
"Cana! You came!" Mr. & Mrs. Kane said in glee to see there other daughter make it to the gala.
"Mom! Dad! Lana! It's been a while since I've seen you guys...been way too long since I've seen you Lana!" Cana said in a cheery voice.
"Cana! So good to see you again! I'm sorry to cut this short but I should really be leaving soon if I have any hope of making it on time to work, so if we could speed this picture up, that would be great!" Lana said, eager to get out of the situation asap.
"Oh, of course! I'll have a staff member take it right no-"
"Wait! Let's take it over here to get a better background" Lana said as she moved to a spot directly under another vent.
》Your POV
"Finally...closing in on Lana's position...Damn it! She's so close to all those people...if I'm not careful enough, I'll end up landing on someone else...well here goes nothing..." You said as you dove out of the vent, doing your best to Land on Agent Lane.
Do you make it?
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