Stake out an Alien smuggling ring

"Ugh, why am I stuck with a boring assignment?" Agent Franks groaned.

"Since your last field mission ended with your bare on display to half the city as you streaked back to base. We're supposed to be covert, you know." Agent Carol-Farrah Nichol-Fredricksen replied.

Carol-Farrah is one of the best of the new recruits in technology and field studies. She has been able to crack some of the most intricate and elusive crimes, all from afar. She is of Terran-Saturn descent. No one could tell the difference while her clothes were on, since both species look remarkably similar. Part of the reason her parents were together. The Saturnian female mistook her mate for another Saturnian. An honest mistake since Saturnian males are tall and don't have large genitals. Females, however, are on the shorter side and have large breasts with shiny blue nipples. Both were virgins, so they didn't realize how strange the other's body was. Sex for both species is very similarz so it wasn't until she was pregnant that she let some Saturnian phrases out, which puzzled her by now husband. He couldn't deal with his tiny manhood being the explanation she thought he was an alien, and he decided to leave, not long after their daughter was born. Not being able to choose a name from her family's history or her ex husband's, she chose to hyphenate both her first and last names. Carol-Farrah grew up to be the best of both her parents. Wise and whip smart, she had breasts that rivaled her mother's, and was as tall as her father. She could have been a supermodel or actress if she wanted. That is, if the Establishment hadn't found her at a young age and had been grooming her to join (so as not to accidentally out herself to the public).

So, she and Agent Franks were sitting in an unmarked black van, down the street from a pizzeria, which was said to house an alien weapon smuggling ring. They just needed to wait to see anything suspicious and report back to base.

"Don't you just want to go in there and bust some heads?" Agent Franks asks.

"Yeah, the two us with our clipboards, pens, and a weak forcefield generator against an arsenal that could blow half this planet into smithereens. No thank you." Carol-Farrah replied.

"You have a forcefield generator?" Eleanor asked

"Its not for you. It's one for the van. It only works for short burst of time, and it it's not meant to sustain more that human artillery fire. An improvised explosive could still take us out."

"Fine..." Agent Franks sulked and slouched in her chair.

"Actually, there's nothing that says you can't leave the vehicle. We just can't go inside that pizzeria. We operate like local law enforcement, so anyone who sees us may think we're onto them."

"So, you're saying as long as we don't look like law enforcement, we can go in?" Agent Franks asks, removing her tie and jacket.

"No, that's not what I...what are you DOING?!" Carol-Farrah asked, not believing what she was seeing.

"I'm making sure they don't think I'm a cop." Eleanor smiled as she hiked up her black skirt.

"I don't think they're gonna buy it."

"You're right. I'll need to alter it a bit more."

Eventually, Agent Franks exits the van, to her stake out partner's chagrin. Agent Franks checks herself in the mirror and poses for Carol-Farrah.

"How do I look?"