Put your spy skills to work and find out Goodbye's kink (Time -1)

"Today is sandwich day, Mister Speck. It is the most glorious day of the week, where I go out to grab submarine sandwiches for all the team, then leave those sandwiches in the break room for them to grab at their leisure! It's just one of the many things that makes me a great boss." Goodbye told you this in the confidence of her office, then shut her laptop with a satisfying snap. Again, she seemed to be so scared of the other girls that she treated this place like a bunker, but you supposed it was nice of her to do that much for the others. "While I'm gone, keep a close eye on my office and make sure none of the Girls enter. Okay? Under no circumstances may they be allowed to enter this room and snoop in those dossiers you've been assembling."

Once your boss was gone, you recalled your mission: to investigate each of the Goodbye Girls and complete their dossiers. Well, in your eyes, your boss was also one of them... she could hardly blame you if you used this rare time alone in the privacy of her room to dig up some dirt.

Unfortunately, as you earlier noted, the room was pretty devoid of personality. What it did have in spades, though were locked compartments. You couldn't just start unlocking your boss's things willy-nilly, though... one wrong move and you might set off an alarm. That could get you burned as an agent. You'd need to target something fairly harmless... a nice balance between "useful for your dossier" and "unlikely to get you locked in a crate in a dark warehouse somewhere." There had to be a treasure trove of personal knowledge in here somewhere...

...

You quickly remembered that the boss had left her laptop on her desk. It was password protected, of course, but to an agent like yourself {if Tech Skill = 1}with hacking capabilities magnitudes over an ordinary CEDIT operative's (but still slightly beneath Despedida's){endif}, decrypting the device would be child's play. You placed a USB drive into the side port and watched the door cautiously... for a matter of a single minute. After that, you'd gotten her password- "L1V3L0N6"- and surveyed her home screen, a cluttered desk top with a picture of a space-ship from a sci-fi show, floating through the dark void of the cosmos.

You wouldn't need long. If she'd kept her device so poorly protected, chances were she hadn't cleared her search history either. Praying for forgiveness as a decent human being{if Weakness for Porn} and a man who knew how perilous the browsing of one's search history could truly be{endif}, you dove into her recent pages. The contents were embarrassing, but whose wouldn't be? You jotted down a list:

Roleplay... {if Goodbye's Hobby = 1}Not so surprising, given what you knew about her hobbies. {endif}A lot of it was typical stuff like boss and subordinate... a little funny, given your relationship with her. You supposed even bosses fantasized about these sorts of things.

Next was Masochism.... Not surprising in general. You'd have been pretty flabbergasted to learn that Goodbye tops. Ironically, this probably meant that she was the subordinate in her boss/employee fantasies.

The last was the most surprising: there was some fairly hardcore bondage stuff buried in there. Given her masochistic tendencies, you imagined she must be into being the one bound. You wondered if she'd ever actually tried it before or if it was all in the realm of fantasy for the moment, as surreal as the rest of the sci-fi she seemed to enjoy. You even began to wonder if you might find tools and equipment, if given a little longer to search...

Making mental notes of all of this, you closed the laptop back, then removed your thumb-stick and moved to stand on the other side of the room, so as to be less suspicious when your boss returned. Would you ever have a chance to act on any of the information you'd collected? It was all embarrassing stuff, but it wasn't exactly blackmail material... Not that you wanted to blackmail anyone, but it never hurt a super-spy to have that as an option. If anything, it seemed like better bedroom knowledge to use down the line if you ever shacked up with your boss... If you were interested in going that route, at least her boss/fantasy play fetish would make finding the proper setting easy. She might want to do it right here in her well-secured CEDIT office...

With that odd thought on your mind, you received a phone call from Goodbye, telling her that you were free to go; she'd left a sandwich for you in mission control. Apologizing silently to your boss in light of her generosity, you hurried back to Mission Control.