"Like, omigod!" Jack giggled with the rest of the girls. He kept his pitch the same as theirs. He had to. He was one of . . .them.
Teenage girls.
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Jack sighed to himself as he shut the door to his "parents'" apartment. Why, oh why had George Mason given him this undercover assignment of posing as a teenage girl? Maybe it was because Jack had changed the sign on his office door to 'Slap-head'. Ah well. What was done was done. He would just have to make the most of it.
"Jack?" Tony's voice sounded from CTU through his earpiece.
"What do you want?" replied a disgruntled Jack.
"Ooooh! Sounds like it's someone's "time of month" again, eh?" Jack heard barely muffled
laughter in the background.
"Tony, you asshole! Am I on speaker-phone!"
Just then Nina's voice chipped in. "Do you need me to buy you some tampons? Hehe…"
"Hey, I thought you were in jail for treason?"
Tony, now also confused, said "Yeah, why aren't you in jail?"
"Eeeeerrrr…..I am…..this is all your imagination…..wooooo….waves arms around in a mystical manner, then turns and runs"
"Anyway, Jack," Tony was back on the line now. "We need you to go to a party tonight with the rest of the girls. An informant informed us with some information. In an informative way."
"Who is the informant?"
"Your ass."
"What? How would my ass tell you that?" Jack asked.
Tony, now flustered, searched for a witty and scathing insult... "Er…er…er..I know you are but what am I?" He hung up.
Jack sat on the bed. "Oh great," he muttered to himself, "now I have to find some good shoes for tonight!"