Nab him while at dinner

Alex looks over the plans one more time. Each of them are fraught with their own risks. Then his eyes fall on an item on the prince’s proposed schedule. “What about dinner? It says here he will be having dinner before going to the concert. Can we get some operatives in the restaurant ahead of time and make a switch?”

The agents spend some time looking at the proposal and decide there is definitely some merit in Alex’s proposal. When the time comes for the operation, Alex finds himself sneaking into the back of the restaurant, disguised as a employee. After confirming that no one is watching, he enters the restroom and curls up in a hastily-built compartment under the sink. To all but the most studious observer, it appears to be a covering to hide unsightly plumbing. As it is, it is less than spacious or comfortable, and it isn’t long before Alex finds his back cramping and a trickle of sweat running down his forehead.

“How much longer?” asks Alex through his dental implanted communicator. “I’m going to suffocate in here.”

“Not much longer, Alex.” Smithers’ voice in his head is a bit unsettling. Still, the familiar voice helps calm Alex a bit. “The prince is here and is enjoying his appetizer. Our guy slipped something in his drink, and he’ll need to use the restroom any minute now.”

“Well, I hope he hurries up,” says Alex. “I feel like a sardine in here. Are you sure they gave him the right stuff?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about that,” says Smithers. “But if you had a date as drop-dead sexy as the one K’han has, you wouldn’t be in any hurry to leave her, either. You should see her, Alex.... I don’t know how that dress is holding her tits in; she must have used glue or something. It doesn’t just show cleavage — it goes down so far in front that it almost reaches her toes!”

Smithers seems so impressed by what he sees, that it wouldn’t surprise Alex to find out that he’s actually jerking off while watching everything from the back of the surveillance van. Alex pushes the unpleasant thought from his mind and asks, “What about B’lail? Where is he? And what do we know about the girl?”

“K’han had him wait out in the limo,” says Smithers. “As for the chick, we’re still trying to run her down. We haven’t seen her before, but that’s no surprise; I’m not sure K’han ever goes out with the same girl more than once or twice. Let me tell you, though, if I were him, I wouldn’t be so quick to say goodbye to this one. She is one nice number! I’d keep her around as long as I could. I don’t care if she has a personality. Hell, she could even be a total bitch, for all I care. She’s got a damn fine body!”

Alex fears he is going to be subjected to a lengthy appraisal of the attributes of K’han’s latest female companion, but suddenly Smithers drops his running commentary and says, “Heads up. He’s headed your way.”

Alex takes a deep breath and runs through the plan in his head one more time. He hears the door to the bathroom open and the sound of a single set of footsteps enter. In a few moments he hears the familiar sound of a zipper, splashing, and a contented sigh as the young prince empties his bladder. Moments later, the splashing stops, followed by the sound of a zipper going the opposite direction. A few more footsteps, and Alex can see through his peephole that the prince is standing directly in front of him, preparing to wash his hands.

“Here we go,” whispers Alex to himself and to Smithers. Silently, he slides the door to the compartment open and reaches out with a syringe given to him by Smithers in advance. Deftly, he jabs it into the calf of the leg closest to him.

“Wha—?”

The prince looks down in surprise, but before he can finish saying what is on his mind, the young man collapses on the bathroom floor.

“He’s out,” says Alex as he exits the compartment. “Making the switch now.”

“Understood,” says Smithers. “The coast is clear.”

Alex looks down at the **** boy billionaire. Thanks to the waterproof dye on Alex’s skin and hair and the brown contact lenses in his eyes, Alex is a dead ringer for the young man. Now, it’s simply a question of whether he can act like the prince long enough to fool the people around him.

Alex quickly strips off his clothing and replaces it with K’han’s custom-tailored suit. As he slides on the silk boxers, Alex can’t help but think that this single piece of underwear probably costs as much as Alex’s entire wardrobe.

Once dressed, he carefully shoves the **** prince and discarded clothing into the disguised cabinet and checks himself in the mirror. As difficult as it was learning all about K’han’s history and demeanor, Alex found the most complex part of this assignment learning how to tie the complicated knot K’han favored for his neckties.

Once he was satisfied that he was dressed properly, he checked in with Smithers. “I’m all set. Any word yet on the girl?”

“We’re just getting something now. Her name is Vienna, and she is the daughter of one of BBC’s top executives. Her dossier says that she is in her final year of university, studying journalism. There’s no indication she and K’han have gone out before tonight.”

“Ok,” responds Alex. “Let’s finish up this dinner and get to the concert. The sooner we can ditch her, the better.”

“Don’t be so hasty,” says Smithers. “Did I mention that she has tits that could stop a 747?”