Natalie Nichols, (ex) Agent 008, in: Operation Extra Bacon

Natalie Nichols, (ex) Agent 008, wolfed down her favorite sandwich from Cafe La Roux, the cafe her and her quartermaster Abbigail "W" Boothroyd would often frequent during what Natalie called "scouting sessions". It was a BLT with extra bacon and an unholy amount of mayonnaise. She took another bite, the creamy goodness spreading throughout her mouth.

"Man, this place is perfect. Joyce's boy is going to love it here." Natalie had ditched her usual disguise of an office blouse and pencil skirt for a partially unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and sweatpants, a far cry from the usual N.

Abbigail, or W, was wearing a loose white sundress, with a floppy sun hat to boot. She was drinking her iced tea, and reading the latest issue of Modern Quartermaster.

"I'm sure the girl will do a fine job with him." W said, her usual monotone slightly more pronounced due to the heat.

"That's the problem, isn't it? Do you think she'd be satisfied with this being a one-and-done?"

"...She's gotta learn somehow..."

"...Yep."

"Just like you have to learn to live without these BLTs..."

"I'd rather die."

The awkward conversation was interrupted by the nearby TV turned to the news.

"-That's right, what appears to be a gang of nudists have invaded this local high school. We now will show security footage, but be advised that the contents are not suitable for all audiences."

The camera cut to a giant naked woman's backside as she walked through the halls. Natalie's eyes lit up seeing that.

"Oh my god! Is that Dora? Hey, Earl, rewind the TV!"

"I was going to do that anyway, Nat." Earl, the chef, said. He rewound the footage and paused it on when Devoratora was closest to the camera.

"That's her! I'd recognize that ass anywhere! Abby, did I ever tell you about my Romanian mission? That's the woman who helped me take down Flofield after I crashed in Hoia Baciu!"

"Did... she... Was she the one in that sex cult?"

"Yeah! There were branches in every country and they're all waiting for Adam... Wait, no, that was just the title... What was his real name again? Nevermind, I've got to go say hello!"

Natalie was still giddy about seeing her old friend, but W's blood started to run cold. There was something wrong with this whole mission, and even though Joyce and Natalie were treating this case like a vacation, W felt like all the pieces were finally coming together.

"Hey, about the Adam guy... Was his real name 'Sam', by any chance?"

"Oh yeah! That was his-"

Natalie's eyes bugged out, realizing a second too late.

"Oh bugger."

Both women raced out of the restaurant, sandwiches in mouth, after slapping down a $100 bill on the table. Earl barely noticed them leave, eyes still glued to the TV.