Clarence "Kateshi 6ix 9ine" Prickle

The big, black man sighed, rolling his eyes. “Target is Clarence Prickle, widely going by the stupid name “Kateshi 6ix 9ine”. Named himself after his idol Takeshi and he somehow manages to be even more pathetic… Wannabe rapper, full-time scumbag. One of those incredibly trashy mumble-rappers that have infected the music scene… or at least he wants to be. The guy couldn’t sell out a free show. Ran with a few gangs to increase his street cred, got into a few bar tussles, had a few amateur MMA fights. Your run-of-the-mill failure, low-grade thug, who is trying to hit it big. He scored with what appears to be a cache of fine, high-quality designer pills that were property of the Machida clan. With the clan destroyed it looks like he decided to sell that load to the highest bidder and he actually managed to establish a connection to Jackson Montell, one of the captains of the Damona-cartel, who he arranged a meeting with tomorrow evening in this very hotel. The little prick booked himself a nice suite here, apparently living the rockstar life up to his deal…”

“Alright, alright!” Nancy stopped him with a satisfied nod, “Tell me the plan!”

“Kateshi is down at the pool. Dressed as you are you are going to walk that fine body down there with him and… well, seduce him. He’s gonna take you up to his room to get lucky at which point I come in… A quick call from reception that needs him down there buys you some time to plug my drive into his laptop. Bing-bang-boom, I have access to his camera and mic, not just of the laptop but also his phone and, if we’re lucky and he has it synced up with his devices, the smart-tv in his hotel-room. You get out and the two of us can watch his meeting with Jackson in high-def from multiple angles…”

“Good! What’s your part?”

“I wait here for you to get to his room, give it a minute and will make sure reception calls. Then I will keep you up to date on his position and make sure our pretty little bug is installed properly…”

“Yeah, don’t give him too long!” Nancy gave a wry grin. “I don’t want to have to knee him in the balls to save my virtue…”

“I am the master of timing, darling!” Fletcher grinned, grabbing something from beside him on the bed and holding it up for her.

Nancy raised an eyebrow, eyeing what looked like a pair of small, golden ear-studs. “Jewelry? Fletch, you shouldn’t have…”

“Not only stylish, but this is actually some really cool spy-gear. Put them in! The right one is high-quality gold, nice and classy. The left one though has a little secret.” He picked it up and held it up for her between thumb and forefinger. “It has a small speaker in there, some mighty fine work. Waterproof, impact-resistant and eight hours of battery life… You’ll be able to hear me, so I can give you advice from my little command center here and we will jamesbond the shit out of this thing.”

“That is actually really cool!” Nancy had to give the tech wiz, accepting the studs and putting them in. “Just keep the feed clean please, don’t distract me…”

“Yeah, sure…” Fletcher coughed, rolling his eyes behind his thick glasses. “Speaking of James Bond… here’s your sun lotion…”

Nancy frowned as he grabbed a small plastic bottle from his bedside table and offered it to her. Seeing her quizzical look, he grinned before turning the bottle around and opening a small, hidden compartment at the bottom of the bottle, just large enough to fit the tiny thumb drive in.

“Uh, that is neat!” Nancy conceded, taking the bottle and slipping the device into the hiding place, “Great job, Fletch!”

“Thanks! Now, if you need a hand applying the lotion…”

“Ugh, keep it in your pants, big man! Just stick to the job!” It was Nancy’s turn to roll her eyes as she grabbed her towel and turned to leave. Just like clockwork, she caught Fletcher’s gaze in the mirror dropping low to her butt as soon as she turned away. The big man was helpful, but he was also a damn perv…

“Sure!” Fletcher grumbled, watching Nancy’s firm ass jiggle deliciously as she strutted towards the door, “I’ll keep the champagne cold for when you return…”