A pawn shop

Victor brought the bike to a stop in a parking lot outside a small strip mall. The whole area looked run down, and many shops looked shuttered or permanently closed.

Valerie let a small shiver as her bare feet came into contact with the cold concrete. "What are we going to find here?", she wondered aloud.

Victor pointed towards a glowing sign. It was probably the only place that was open around here. The neon letters flickered as they read 'Pawn Shop'. He led her to the door, pausing before reaching out to open it. He began to speak.

"Before we go in - the woman inside doesn't know what I do. If you say a word to her about anything, you'll be in worse trouble than you were before I found you."

Valerie was shocked at his sudden change in tone, even if his request was fairly standard for spies. "Of course. What's our cover story, then?"

"You're my girlfriend, and we're going to a party together."

Before she could respond, he opened the door to the store and walked in. She followed him hurriedly, trying to lower her t-shirt so she wasn't exposing herself to whoever was inside.