A mission briefing

Dressed in a floral maxi dress, Tintin walked across a private airfield to where Lady Penelope stood waiting. Scott had dropped Tintin off, but had immediately recieved a radio call of a flood in South America and had taken off again.

"There you are, darling." Penelope beamed. Lady Penelope Creighton Ward did not seem to own any clothes that weren't pink, and today was in a Lavender trouser suit which Tintin guessed cost more money than her entire suitcase of clothes combined. "Great to see you again."

"You too, Lady Penelope."

"Please, call me Penny, we're going to be working together on this and it'll save a lot of time. You won't need any of that," she gestured at Tintin's wheeled suitcase, "I've got a whole new wardrobe for you back at the house."

"So, what are we doing?" Tintin asked as the two women began walking across the tarmac.

"Have you ever heard of the Inspired Teens Foundation?"

"That thing where rich kids get even richer?"

"Basically, yes. A group of the best and brightest and, frankly, richest teenagers compete for the scholarship which sets them up for life."

"And there's something going on with it?" Tintin ducked under a helicopter blade and followed Penelope into a hangar.

"Most definitely. Everything I've been able to find out points to organised crime involvement, and something serious happening at this year's scholarship event. Now, I can get so far into the event but my view is limited. But I can get someone on the inside."

"Me."

"Precisely. The car is just through here, mind the engine there."

"Sounds good." Tintin said, "I love the idea of being undercover."

A loud roar split the air as a jet engine next to the ladies started up. Tintin jumped, and a moments later realised she was a bit too close to the engine as her dress billowed up and was then suddenly sucked in. The back of the engine spat out shredded floral material and Tintin stood shocked, looking at herself and blinking. Her dress was gone, leaving her in a white thong and a thin white bra.

"Oh, my." Penelope looked the girl up and down, "you could certainly do with being under a bit more cover."