August 18: Because I Said So (muse imagination)
"Wally, you can't be serious." Al paced around the room, furious. The SIA had stuck him in some sticky situations before, but never quite like this.
"It's the only way you'll get in to steal the microchip, Al. They won't let you in otherwise." Wally couldn't help smirking a little. It was a very rare occasion when Al Mundy lost his cool.
"But in a dress? This isn't cool, Wally. Not at all."
"Are you saying you'd prefer the other option?" Knowing that Al would never agree to that. The latest intel said that the chip was hidden in the sultan's harem, where only women and eunuchs were allowed.
"Not on your life. Fine, I'll wear the dress. But I draw the line at earrings. Unless they're clip-on. And you have to let me pick out the dress. I don't trust your taste in clothes." Al might be willing to relent, but the SIA operatives tasked with keeping an eye on him had never shown any style whatsoever. "And you have to send Ingrid over to help with the details." He'd never turn down help from a beautiful girl, even if she was a spy.
Al wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to be the only man in a building full of the fairer sex, even if his standards wouldn't allow him to do less than the best job he could. He knew the SIA was prone to use this against him, but as long as their desires and his own ran along the same lines, he was willing to play along. He just wasn't willing to give in too easily.
Al Mundy
It Takes a Thief
272 Words
"It's the only way you'll get in to steal the microchip, Al. They won't let you in otherwise." Wally couldn't help smirking a little. It was a very rare occasion when Al Mundy lost his cool.
"But in a dress? This isn't cool, Wally. Not at all."
"Are you saying you'd prefer the other option?" Knowing that Al would never agree to that. The latest intel said that the chip was hidden in the sultan's harem, where only women and eunuchs were allowed.
"Not on your life. Fine, I'll wear the dress. But I draw the line at earrings. Unless they're clip-on. And you have to let me pick out the dress. I don't trust your taste in clothes." Al might be willing to relent, but the SIA operatives tasked with keeping an eye on him had never shown any style whatsoever. "And you have to send Ingrid over to help with the details." He'd never turn down help from a beautiful girl, even if she was a spy.
Al wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to be the only man in a building full of the fairer sex, even if his standards wouldn't allow him to do less than the best job he could. He knew the SIA was prone to use this against him, but as long as their desires and his own ran along the same lines, he was willing to play along. He just wasn't willing to give in too easily.
Al Mundy
It Takes a Thief
272 Words