White: queen's pawn d2>d4

Alison Cambridge was just stepping out of the shower when she heard the phone ring. She rushed back into her hotel room, hastily wrapping a towel around her dripping frame, and cradled the handset against her ear. "Hullo?"

She had been hoping the call would be from that cute local guy she met at the conference earlier today, but instead she heard the hissing pause of an international call, then her boss' voice. "Alison, it's Walter, calling from London. How are things? Any jetlag?"

"No, sir, just preparing for dinner," she replied.

"Not eating alone, I hope?" he persisted. "Making lots of contacts?"

"Yes, sir," she replied cheerily. "I think I've landed a new client here in Calhoun already."

"That's my girl," he proclaimed. Sending over pretty young girls seemed good for securing new orders. Alison was a new hire just out of college, and this was her year. "Listen, I have an important job for you. It's more like a mission. I need you to contact a local police constable over there named Louven. She's found a bunch of stolen information, including some of our corporate secrets. I need you to convince her to erase what she has."

"Um, you sure you want me to handle this?" she asked skeptically. "I don't really know anything about... espionage."

"This is an urgent matter, Miss Cambridge!" he retorted. "And we don't have anyone else there right now! It's critical that no one else have access to this information, and I want you to use every means necessary to have it returned to us, or destroyed."

Alison agreed and hung up the phone. She stood there in her hotel room, wondering how she was going to accomplish this.