Rooftop party

The elevator doors opened with a ding to let Ava out, she stopped and looked to the side as the stairwell door crashed open and Sally, breathing hard, rushed through and straight into a waiter carrying a tray of drinks, causing glasses of red wine to fall on her white blouse and decorate it with large splashes. Ava smirked and stepped forwards, failing to realise that the doors had closed on her dress, so as she did it was torn off her body with a loud ripping noise, leaving her in white bra and knickers, and black hold-up stockings. One thigh had a holster with a small pistol tucked in it.

"Every time!" Ava grumbled, looking around and realising how many people were up on the roof, enjoying a party, as she and her American counterpart stood in their underwear.

"Not a very concealed weapon." Sally said with a smile, nodding at the thigh holster.

"Not a very secret identity." Ava replied, looking at the waistband of Sally's knickers, which had her name written on it.

"Oh, shoot, I forgot about that." Sally gasped, untucking her blouse and pulling it down to cover the writing.

"Now, where did our thief go?" Ava wondered, walking among the guests and trying to look as if she was deliberately in her skimpy undergarments.

"There's the skylight." Sally pointed out the open window in the floor. She went over and looked down through it. "How are you getting on, Jess?"

"Oh... just fine..." Jess called up, dangling from the rope halfway up, "Almost... woah!" She slipped down, following the rope back to the floor and landing with a bump on her rear. When she let go of the rope, she saw that the friction of her fall had burned through her top, leaving a pink bra exposed.

"She'll be fine." Sally said to Ava, leaving the junior agent.

The two agents were interrupted my Camille hurrying over,

"The thief, she is over here!" Camille told them, "Hurry, she is getting away!"

Ava pulled the pistol from her thigh holster, catching it on the top of her stocking which broke with an elastic twang and started sliding down her leg, and the two agents followed Camille through the crowd.