Conduct Tschau's physical (Time -1)

Goodbye had told you to fill in all of the dossier information that she and the other Ciaos hadn't been able to collect. You noticed that none of the Goodbye Girls had any measurements listed... pretty strange, considering all agents received a physical before entering the ****. You thought that seemed like an easy place to start, although it didn't seem especially likely to give you any clues as to the mole's identity... But it irked you, as a professional, to see that information left blank.

Plus, it would be interesting to know, wouldn't it?

"Don't try to take my measurements, Ciao."

Shit... She shut you down pretty hard and fast. Still, if you were going to thrive in this position, you had to be willing to stand up to the girls sometimes. You quickly explained that you planned to have all of the agents under you submit to this sort of physical... After all, if you didn't have their measurements, how were you going to requisition gear for them?

"Don't worry about it. I'll manage my own gear..." Tschau's voice came out in a whisper as her eyebrows twitched angrily. She really seemed hesitant to offer you her information.

You told her that wasn't good enough. As her handler, making requisitions of CEDIT was one of your most important work responsibilities. Even if they didn't end up using the measurements, your job could be on the line if you neglected this basic task. You begged her to see it from your perspective.

"Don't try to guilt trip me. Fine... But don't touch me with that tape. I'll do it myself..."

The ninja swiped your measuring tape from you, then went about pulling the tape across herself. It was... impossible for you to read in the darkness. Still, you had come prepared; you pulled out a flashlight and began to shine it across her body. For a moment, a red blush spread across her face, but she quickly hid that emotion. Now, you could easily take down each measurement.

The bust? A very modest 32A. "Don't say a thing..."

The waist came out at a slender 24. "You look like you're having fun." The ninja's hand rested on her ninjato's hilt.

Hips: 32, very skinny. "Don't shine the flashlight on my butt."

Finally, the last one... the one she couldn't do easily by herself, but not for lack of trying. Grumbling, Tschau held the bottom of the tape measure with one toe of her boot and awkwardly attempted to stretch it up to the right height to measure herself. Fighting hard not to chuckle, you finally helped her out, grabbing the holder from her and pulling it up, then shining your flashlight on the result. 5'2... even shorter than she looked.

"Don't laugh. I can tell you're holding one in. For that matter, don't even breathe..."

You retracted the tape measure quickly, then raised both hands above your head, walking slowly towards the door you'd entered from while holding your breath. Now seemed like a good time to retreat.

"... And don't tell anyone about those measurements."