I arrived at the Embassy to be handed my clothes and given a makeover. The clothes were hand-made by people who work for the undercover department. Once I was dressed, which consisted of a long black skirt, along with a head-dress that covered my mouth and only left room for my grey eyes to peer through, everyone took a step back and stared. I turned around to see my reflection in the mirror and came to the conclusion that I looked like a completely different person. I had black eyeliner, which I never wear, it brought my eyes out extremely; Franky would be horny looking at me like this. My body figure was more curved than what any jeans could have shown.
General Thomas walked in, "Damn..." he looked away fast. "Excuse me... But you need to begin the mission, I'm here to escort you." He was dressed like a Muslim man out on the streets. We took a civilian car, I'm used to driving in the jeeps. He dropped me off in town, which included many people in the streets trading and earning their money.
"Go into that building," he pointed to a shack looking area. "and talk to Aalam. He'll begin your mission. Stay undercover and keep in contact with your attached wire. It's incredibly small so nobody will find it or see it, it's in one of the gems on your head-dress." I looked at him, no saluting, it would show signs. "Good luck Ms. Adams."
I slowly got out of the car so my skirt wouldn't rip, also I needed to walk the way the women here did. They never picked their pace up. I glided across the street, reaching the door before I opened it, I whispered, "Franky... I love you."
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