The Consequences of Spies

The hot air balloon comes closer with each leap I form. I calculate the distance between the end of the rooftop and the basket I must climb into to stop Dr. Album. I rush forward and taste the air as my feet greet the energy of empty space. My hands grasp the edge of the basket and I pull myself inside only to be gasping for oxygen.

"Oh, there you are," Dr. Album adjusted his glasses to glance at me while trying to concentrate on the controls for the floating contraption. "You took longer than I was expecting, did you slip?" He looks at me heavily breathing and says, "you look like you slipped."

Mark Sandstorm is an agent for her majesty's Secret Service and is responsible to stop Dr. Album from releasing a deadly chemical over the Eiffel Tower. Can Mark stop him in time or will the Doctor have other ideas?

This is a completed one-shot scene of a spy and his nemesis filled with clean good humor.
Enjoy!