From Spy to Prisoner

I stormed down the hallway. I could see how startled the people I passed were. Secretary's and file clerks looked at me with shock. I just ignored them and marched forward.. Finally I reached the final door and flung it open.

Inside Deputy Director Frank Grimes was practicing golf into an overturned coffee cup. He turned to face me, a look of surprise across his face.

"Natasha? wh... what are you doing here?" he stammered. I saw his eyes drift down from my face to my body. I was still wearing my field uniform: a solid leather jumpsuit which zipped down the middle. I also had on high heeled boots and black leather gloves. The uniform served two purposes. One was practicality. In the field one didn't want loose clothing hooking on things, slowing you down or making noise. The other was sex appeal. It clouded the judgment of men I encountered, allowed me to seduce or distract them with ease. The suit clung tightly to every inch of my body, enhancing my curves. The collar was cut low, with a generous amount of cleavage shown.

Normally it amused me when my superiors checked me out: it meant they were already at a disadvantage. Right now it just pissed me off even more.

"hey Frank, eyes up here!" I said, pointing to my face. He snapped out of his stupor, locking his gaze with mine.

"what's going on Natasha? you're supposed to be on assignment!"

"Look Frank, I'm not here to chat, I"m not even hear to argue. I'm hear to tell you one thing: i resign!" I unclipped the identification badge from my hip and threw it on the desk.

"what? Natasha, you can't just quit, this is the intelligence community, not a Mall!"

"watch me!" I snapped. Normally I'm not this much of a bitch, but right now I couldn't hold my anger back.

"Natasha, you know too much to just walk away!"

Ignoring him I walked out the door. As I left I did a very practiced shake, knowing my leather encased butt would do a wiggle that was impossible to ignore. let THAT be the last thing he sees from me, my fine ass going out the door.

I rushed down the hall to the elevator. I had done it: I was out. I didn't believe a word Frank said about repercussions. I knew too much for anyone on either side to mess with me.

Suddenly my legs wobbled. I caught the handrail in the elevator before i fell. Must be all the excitement, I told myself. Then it happened again, causing my red hair to spill into my face. What was going on? My vision began to blur, and I felt faint and nauseous. There was a faint, bitter odor. Gas! Someone was flooding the elevator with it! I had to get out! I went for the panel of buttons, but my feet gave out and I collapsed, blackness absorbing the world.