Skirted Spies: Season 1

Episode 1-2: The Willow Society

I feel the food I've eaten rise up in my throat, which could very well be human flesh for all I know. The elite scientists and professors are cannibals! I don't know what's worse, the possibility of me eating it, or the fact that I liked it a little too much.

The panic settles down and I snap a picture with the glasses. This is all the evidence I need and I don't want to spend more time here than necessary.

"How uncouth," I mumble to myself, breaking my girl voice for once. I didn't yell it, but I did say it loud enough for someone to hear. Rapid footsteps come from the back door of the kitchen; a place I didn't even notice. "Time to go!"

I bolt for the exit and clear it in less than two seconds. I throw open the door and slam it shut after I make it out, but something stops me from going on. My dress is caught in the door! I tug desperately, my breathing becoming heavier as the footsteps come closer on the other side.

Finally, with one more heavy pull, I'm loose, and I clumsily stumble away from the door muttering a silent "thank you," that I made it out alive. Rejoining the big crowd of cannibals, I find Clyde pretty easily. I grab his arm in a frantic state, and pull him down to my height.

"I got what we need, let's get the hell out of here," I whisper, still using my normal voice.

"Troy, don't break character like that, it's too risky!"

"Who cares!? Let's go!" I demand, my girl's voice returning once again.

"R-right! We'll need to politely check out, or else we'll draw suspicion."

We hold hands on the way to Mendoza, but I keep looking behind my shoulder at the kitchen door. I've got a very bad feeling building up in my stomach.

"Good host Mendoza," Desmond calls out, "I'd like to say what a wonderful gala this is, and my compliments to the caterers as well, but we've got special plans tonight, and we really should get going."

"Ah, I understand. It's a shame that you can't stay just a bit longer, the ceremony starts in just 15 minutes."

Desmond gives a curious look for half a second. "Oh yes, sir. Trust me, I would if I could."

"Right then, until next time," Another firm handshake is exchanged, we're in the clear! We turn towards the exit when another man approaches Mendoza.

"We've got an unwanted guest here," he spoke softly to Raul.

"What!? But how?"

"I don't know, but it's a man."

"How do you know?"

"His voice. There was also this piece of clothing left behind." He presents a black cloth with white lines that looks strikingly familiar to... uh-oh.

I glance over my shoulder and see the big rip in my dress. That's not good. Nope, that's very bad if anything! Clyde sees it too and tugs my hand to hint a speed walk for the exit. Just keep walking, don't look back, keep walking.

"Excuse me, Desmond!" calls Mendoza.

Clyde looks at me, gets a fire in his eyes, and runs. I don't exactly have the physical capabilities as Clyde, so I often need his help when things go south like this. Though it's not much help with him pulling my arm out of its socket. I could be much faster if I had the chance to remove my high heels.

Our chasers catch up to us quite easily. They grab my arm and pull me back, and the commotion causes the crowd to stir up from their otherwise quiet night. Clyde wastes no time whipping back and fending off our attackers. A single side thrust kick to the man's face was all that it took to get him off me. Hmph, maybe I should go to those hand-to-hand classes at HQ one of these days.