Nadineâs Mission #1
This is Story One in the Nadine Jansen, Agent 48EE series. I should have Part 2 done by Sunday. This is a celebrity parody, intended to spoof live persons without inferring, intimating, or representing those person(s) views, sexuality, or activities as actual.
Nadine walked into her supervising agent's office ready for her first mission ever. She had no details as yet, and she was a little apprehensive, as well as anxious, to begin her first assignment. She'd never met her supervisor; the only thing she knew about him was his name, John Hoff, and that he'd been with the agency 10 years. She used her "card key" to gain entry to the reception area she knew Hoff's secretary was stationed, and as she walked up to the desk she smiled brightly at the pretty, exotic-looking receptionist seated there.
"Hi" she greeted the woman in her accented English. "I'm Agent Jansen, here to meet Supervising Agent Jansen at 10 o'clockâ
"Yes, hi, he's expecting you" the woman answered back, her eyes roving over the sweater that Nadine's tremendous 48EE cups were straining to the limit. "He should be out in a few minutes; have a seat over there " she invited, pointing to some comfortable-looking leather chairs along the wall.
"Okay" Nadine agreed, and as she walked away she could have sworn she heard the receptionist mutter âThe Chief is gonna LOVE youâ under her breath. Five minutes later, a tall, athletically-built black man came out of the office Labeled "J. Hoff, Supervising Agent" and spoke briefly to the secretary in a low tone. Though she was too far away to hear the conversation clearly, she thought she heard the woman say something like, âget a load a' those jugsâ, which got a low chuckle from Hoff.
"Agent Jansen" he called, motioning her to follow him, âGood to meet you. Let's get this over with so that you can start your assignment, hmm?" He had a deep, melodious voice, well-modulated, and he was very handsome, Nadine noted as she shook his hand and then followed him into his office.
The receptionist, Iris, followed a few moments later with a silver coffee service and an array of liquor bottles on a cart. "Would you like coffee or a cocktail?" she asked Nadine.
"I'll have whatever Agent Hoff is having" the busty agent replied.
"Scotch rocks for me, please, Iris" Hoff stated, and Iris poured each of them two fingers of scotch into split crystal tumblers. She left, closing the door, leaving the two spys alone. Sipping at his drink, Hoff surprised Nadine by asking, "Surprised that I'm a black man?"
"Well, I, umm I, actually" Nadine stammered, "I am a little; Hoff is a common last name in Germany, and so I guess I thoughtâŠ..." she trailed off.
Hoff grinned. "Don't worry; I get the same reaction all the time. I have a grandfather from Berlin, hence Hoff. Anyway, you didn't come to discuss genealogy; I'll fill you in on your assignment.â Hoff sat back in his chair, and took more of his drink. "I want to make it clear, just as reinforcement, that the agents working in this organization do whatever it takes to infiltrate and sabotage our "opposite numbersâ" networks, and often that includes screwing them, to be frank. You were chosen and trained for just that purpose, just so we understand each other"
Nadine nodded. She had been briefed on this job requirement and had no qualms about her ability to fulfill it.
He finished his scotch and set the empty glass on his desk. "Your "assets" should allow you to easily bed enemy agents, get information from them, and then destroy your targets. You know the area of operation, in this case Germany, and you have received the best training available. That's why you're here. Any questions so far?"
