(Side Story) Joyce Barnes, Agent 008, in: Operation Sticky Vanilla

Joyce Barnes, secret agent extraordinaire, breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Sam walk away. Not too bad for a first conversation with her observation target of 2 months! Joyce patted herself on the back, hoping that the next conversations would go even smoother. Joyce had been tasked with an operation to keep a watchful eye on Sam for reasons both she and her organization weren't told. Joyce had infiltrated the school easily, slipping into the student roster and hiding under the radar of suspicious types. And what she uncovered was a shock to her:

Sam was the most normal guy she ever met. Normal grades, no unexplained meetings, no W.I.T.C.H. sightings... Joyce expected a lot more intrigue considering the lengths her agency went to watch Sam, but here he was.

Bland as vanilla ice cream.

But Joyce discovered she found vanilla very tasty. Watching Sam's normal life might have been monotonous, but Joyce began to enjoy Sam's simple pleasures. His late-night anime watching, his trips to the corner store for a soda and chips, his walks home alone with earbuds... All very average activities, but Joyce became fixated on Sam's mundane beauty. Joyce was starting to question why her agency wanted such an innocent boy watched, but she didn't want it to reach its end so one-sided. It was kind of mean, but Joyce wanted Sam to obsess over her just as much as she was tasked to over him, just for a little bit.

Her plan was simple: when she was given warning to move onto her next mission, she would take everything she learned from her dossier, ask him on a date, and blow. his. mind. Joyce could only giggle at the thought of Sam masturbating to memories of the night he spent with her for the next ten years, or even calling out her name while having sex with his next girlfriend... Was she just like that girl, Nebula? Leading poor Sam around by the nose for her personal enjoyment? Maybe... but Joyce couldn't hold back her lust any longer. If Sam didn't want this to happen, he should have spent less of his time being adorable when he thought nobody could see him.

Operation Sticky Vanilla was go!

However, Joyce needed tools unlike any mission: in her jacket pocket was a special agency outfit pod, the kind that Joyce used to switch into her spy equipment in an instant. However, Joyce had left all of that at home, and stuffed in a dress she knew would make Sam weak in the knees. And yes, just the dress. No bra, no panties. Joyce knew that Sam had a bit of a fetish for girls going commando due to his porn searches, so Joyce was definitely going to capitalize on that. Normally, this would be a gross violation of mission security, but there was NOTHING else going on. Her handlers, N and W, had even gotten in on it, doing nothing but giving Joyce date advice on the days they bothered to contact her.

Joyce was sure that Operation Sticky Vanilla was going to be one she'd always remember. To think, just three months ago, she was hanging off the edge of a volcano, and now here she was, fantasizing about a perfect date night with a perfectly normal guy.

And in just a few hours, she will be running for her life, wearing only the scraps of her perfect date-night outfit, with two completely nude defectors of a cult dedicated to said perfectly normal guy, and the rest of the cult hot on their heels, baying for their blood.

Its funny how life works.