In the closet.

You decide that the best plan of attack is to hide in the Spy's closet. Since there are no good hiding places in the ergonomically built room, you head for the closet and shut it quickly behind you. This job may not be so difficult after all, you think as you relax. To be cautious, you slide a knife into your boot and wait. Time goes by slowly, but you are more than ready to sit it out until he arrives.

It is less than 4 minutes later that you hear noise on the other side of the closet screen. Peeking out, you can see a well dressed figure step into the room, adjust his clothing and close the door behind himself. You smile and slink from your hiding space, but when you reveal yourself, you are at a loss. There, standing in the doorway is you. Every detail of the replica is the same: your hair, facial features and mannerisms, all perfectly captured. Coyly, the mirror image of you steps back a little more, pressing her back against the door. You hear a soft click as the door locks you in with yourself.

"How did you..." you try to ask.

Your own voice replies to your inquiry: "Intelligence gathering is my strength, as it is yours, Miss Yellow." You giggle in your direction and begin to move your way. The impostor closes in, slinking her hips with every step. "I've been growing bored of the routine in this canyon," she says to you, flashing your own beautiful eyes up to yours. "You have a very respectable history. You sound like just the sort of thing I want to break up the monotony." She's directly against you now, and you can't react. Her full lips press to yours. "I'm sorry," the spy says, brushing your hair from your face. Is this weird?"