The day of the party left Evelyn antsy all day long. She'd barely slept the night before from the anticipation of such a big job. It wasn't the scope of the job that got to her so much as the need to be subtle about it. Her team knew how to use stealth when it was needed but this would be stealth blown up in scale by one thousand. It worried her so much that she didn't even drink the night before. She knew she shouldn't be so nervous. It wasn't as if she was doing the hard part of the job. All she had to do was talk while Karen spied her way around the place. What she needed right now was coffee. So what if it was her second pot today? It helped keep her on edge and alert. She'd probably be splashing water in her face if not for her makeup that she was in the midst of trying to apply with her slightly shaking hands.

What the hell am I doing? I'm a thief, not a damn secret agent. Whatever happened to the simple idea of solving your problems with a big gun and threats of violence? I hope Karen at least talks me through this.

She finished applying the last bit of pink blush to her cheeks and stepped out of her large bathroom. Her heart skipped a beat when she turned the corner and found Karen lounging on her large bed. "What the shit, Karen?! Ever heard of knocking?! I could have shot you." Evie raged as she put her hands on her hips.

As was typical for a high ranking secret agent Karen didn't lose her calm. "With what? Your hairdryer?" She chuckled with a smug smirk on her face. "Besides, I was curious." Karen got a little more relaxed on the bed and crossed her legs.

"Curious about what? If you can give me a damn heart attack?" she asked with a twang of anger left in her voice.

"Curious about you yourself, Evelyn. To see how someone with your particular hobbies manages to balance that with your personal style. You put on this image of a badass biker who drinks hard and drives muscle cars and yet you seem to have no qualms about living the high life." The agent made herself more comfortable by sipping a bottle of water.

"Just because I like to be practical in my job doesn't mean I can't live fancy if I want to," she retorted. "Now do you have the stuff we need for tonight? I'm ready to get this over with already."

Karen nodded, apparently satisfied with that answer. "I've got it all right here." She pointed at the clothing bag hung on the wall. "Hope you don't mind the color. I tried to find something suitable to your tastes."

Evie grabbed the bag by the hook. Furthermore she unzipped it to get a look at the surprise inside. She grinned in approval. "I can work with this. Just give me about an hour to get ready. I'd say make yourself at home but it looks like you already have." Evie mused as she walked into her closet to change. When she reemerged later she was wearing a silver sleeveless cocktail dress. A large sash attached to it wrapped around her waist ending in a large tail that looked as though it could have doubled as another skirt. The actual skirt portion only went a few inches down her legs. Evie could see Jackie wearing something like this but she herself felt far too exposed. Although she did have some very nice long legs to show off. That would serve her well in her role as distraction. At least it wasn't floor length so she would be able to run if she needed to. The necklace Karen picked out for her was also silver with an emerald pendant that would hang low down her neck.

"Wow. Look at you. You look ravishing." Karen stood up from the bed in order to get a better look at her. Slowly she circled around Evie taking in her beauty. "You should wear girls clothes more often," she teased.

"Yeah well, don't get used to it. This is a one time deal." Evie protested sounding just a tad bit annoyed.

"What a shame. Oh well. Time to move on, I suppose." Karen picked up another bag from beside the bed. She opened it to reveal a long blonde wig. "Put this on. Since you're not well trained in this craft it will give you some help in disguising yourself."

Evie proceeded to put the wig on. It was already styled into a hime-cut with bangs framing her face and the rest trailing down her shoulders and back. Not bad. Maybe I should go blonde the next time I hit the salon. She really couldn't help but smile a bit at how well she looked when she looked in the mirror. Hopefully Karen didn't catch her doing that. She probably wouldn't hear the end of it.

Now that she was standing Evie was able to also get a better look at Karen's ensemble. She wore a low cut, black Prada dress. It reached down to her knees and was ruffled with a bow on the back of the waist. A pair of black heels completed the look. What really caught Evie's eye was the bright gold necklace with five rubies the size of half dollars inlaid around it.

Oh yeah. I'm sure she was able to afford that with a standard agent's salary.

The other thing she was able to notice thanks to this change of wardrobe was how alluring Karen was when not wearing a standard suit. She wasn't sure if it was the tightness of the low cut dress or her natural beauty, but Karen definitely had a body to be admired. It unequivocally made the thief wonder if Karen checked her out as much as she was doing to her right now, or if she would even consider such a thing. It didn't seem out of the realm of possibility given her job though spies were taught to hide everything about their real selves. Asking directly would most likely end in awkward silence and stares. She wasn't given much more time to think it over to herself since Karen started waving her hand in her face.

"Hey. You there?" she asked urgently.

Evie shook her head. "Yeah. Sorry. What were you saying?"

Karen laughed on the inside at how easily her partner was flustered. "I asked if you had a car ready. The party will be starting soon."

Evelyn brought her head back to the situation at hand. "Oh. Yeah. I mean, oh yes," she said smirking. "I've got just the one."

Five minutes later the duo exited the elevator of the high rise apartment leading straight to the garage. Evelyn flipped the lights on revealing the car they would use. It was parked in the first slot closest to the door. The metallic silver birch paint reflected the fluorescent light as did as the perfectly spotless windshield. The rear fins and classic styled mirrors showed that this car was vintage as well as chic. When Karen caught an eyeful of the vehicle she swore she could hear a familiar musical sting in the air. "Don't you find that just a little stereotypical?" she quipped.

The sarcastic remark was met with a beaming grin amid the two standing in front of the classic JB 700 sports car. "Hey. You ask an everyday person to play spy, you better be prepared for them to live up the part." She giggled as she walked around the car and opened to door for her guest. "I practically got this thing for a steal at auction."

"Why am I worried that you got it for an actual steal?" Karen asked somewhat worriedly while walking around the car. Once she got in Evelyn shut the door and went around to the driver's seat.

"I'll have you know that I paid real money for this car. I had to spend my ill-gotten gains somehow. Now stop worrying. That's my job, remember?"

Karen buckled the small seat belt of the old sports car. "Who's worried? It was only a movie prop based on a car over fifty years old."

"Not a problem. Chad looked the whole thing over for me. The guns fire, the rear shield raises up, and, my personal favorite," she paused to lift up the center console which had a chilling bottle inside, "champagne cooler. Pretty nifty, eh?" Her eyebrows jumped up and down several times in excitement. "Isn't this car the coolest?"

"As long as it gets us there and back in one piece it is," Karen responded trying her best to be serious. There was a long pause as they waited for the car to warm up. No one said anything for several moments leading to an awkward silence in the vehicle. Finally Karen cleared her throat and said, "Yeah it's pretty nice."

"Knew it." Evelyn said in cheerful victory and then put the car in gear as the garage door opened.

Twenty minutes later they pulled up to the lavish mansion in Vinewood Hills. The cul-de-sac in the gated community for the richest of the rich in Los Santos was lined with cars. There appeared to be a whole team of security guards outside checking identification with some of them even sporting submachine guns in lieu of handguns. "Is it too late to turn around?" asked Evelyn with her hands gripping the steering wheel.

Karen chuckled. "Sorry. No going back now. Just relax. You're technically doing the easy part, remember?"

"I'm not really one to work without some kind of mask while in public and all I've got for defense is some dinky squirt gun in a trick bag. I am downing so many martinis when we get in there. God knows I need something for my nerves right now." Evelyn parked the car but they didn't get out just yet.

"Alright. First off, you only get two or three martinis tops. I need you sharp for this. Secondly, you are wearing a mask. You just don't realize it. You think we show so much skin for fun? It keeps the target's attention on everything but our faces. Details are hard to recall when the only thing they can remember you by is how amazing your rack is. Just be cool. You got that?" Karen asked trying to reassure her inexperienced partner.

Evelyn took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. One by one her hands let go of the wheel. "Yeah. I got it. It's just talking right?" Karen nodded. "I can do that. I mean, I robbed the biggest fucking bank in the city and got away with it. How hard could this be?" She unbuckled her seat belt followed by Karen doing the same. Evie opened the glove box and produced a Vintage Pistol. As far as she was concerned if she was going to play spy then she might as well have some fun with it and complete the look. Karen shook her head in disappointment over her partner doing such a dorky thing but Evie didn't care that much. They each grabbed their respective handbag and exited the vehicle. Both of them stepped right in front of the car when Karen stopped Evelyn suddenly.

"Aren't you going to lock this car you're so proud of? Turn on an alarm or something?" she asked.

"You think someone is going to be stealing cars here of all places? Who'd be crazy enough to do that?" Evelyn asked in response.

"Hmm. Let me see. The same crazies who signed up for stealing jets off an aircraft carrier perhaps?" Karen quipped in return.

The sound of a car alarm turning on chimed. "Let's just go," said Evelyn who proceeded to walk towards the door, throwing her car keys in her handbag. Karen laughed just quietly enough so that Evelyn couldn't hear before catching up to her a moment later.

As expected a security guard in a black suit and tie stopped the pair at the door. "IDs please." Karen and Evelyn pulled their ID cards from their handbags. The large man took a second to look each of them over and then unexpectedly straightened up. "Deputy Director Fairchild. I wasn't aware we'd be expecting you."

There was a slight pause before Karen nudged Evie's elbow as a hint. The woman in disguise quickly piped up. "Oh yes. I wouldn't miss the party for the world. You know us at the FIB absolutely love Jock." Evelyn was all laughs and smiles on the outside but felt extremely nauseous on the inside for forcing herself to say that.

"I'm sure Mr. Cranley will be very happy to hear that. I must apologize for not recognizing you sooner. If I had known you were coming I would have brought a better security team."

"Oh no. Security is fine as is. You're all doing a fine job. In fact, just act as if I'm not even here." Good thing they were too busy trying to sell their parts right now. Karen would absolutely cringe at that statement.

The security guard, who had made it pretty clear that he was also the security chief, laughed a little. "Yes Ma'am. Please, enjoy yourselves." He handed their IDs backed to them and motioned them to step through the door.

The ladies took their cards back and were all smiles as they stepped through the door. Once it closed and they were out of view of the doorman Evelyn immediately dropped the happy act and pulled Karen aside. "What the hell, Karen?" she wanted to scream furiously but had to settle on whispering instead. "Deputy Director of the fucking FIB? I know jack shit about the FIB! And here's a thought. Isn't that someone they would actually check in some sort of database? We're not gonna be here long once they realize I'm not actually her."

"They will check it. It's standard protocol for a soiree like this. Fortunately we've been upgrading our IT department at the Agency. When they check records they'll see your picture instead of hers. For tonight you are Deputy Director Moira Fairchild. So stay calm and just play the part." Karen took Evelyn by both hands. "You've got this," she said in a very reassuring tone.

Evelyn took another deep breath and nodded. "Alright. Let's do this." Karen smiled in agreement. She then latched her hands to Evelyn's arm to sell the part further. "So how did you get a picture of me wearing this wig anyway?"

"Two little things called your mugshot and a computer. Wonders of the 21st Century." Karen joked.

The living room where the party was being held was absolutely huge. Lanterns hung from the ceiling for ambient lighting and an array of laser lighting shone against the north wall. Any furniture that would normally be in the room was missing. In its place were several small tables with chairs grouped together in front of a stage and podium, no doubt for the man of the hour to give a speech. On either side of the room were a set of stairs leading to a second floor that snaked around and met on the north side of the house. A few of the guests were standing on the second floor but the majority of them were in the main party area. Evelyn didn't recognize any of the other guests though that was hardly a surprise to her. The only reason she knew who Cranley was is because of his movies and public appearances.

The pair made their way through the crowd until they spotted the pinhead that was their target. Not that it was hard for them to do. Jock Cranley had a face that everyone wanted to punch at some point. Not only that, but it appeared as though it had been punched by everyone in San Andreas. It didn't help that he was one of the victims of several botched attempts at plastic surgery trying to make himself look younger. Both women heavily despised the bloke. Evie because the man was a complete moron and Karen because he was all but proven to be guilty of killing his wife fifteen years ago. He formed a circle of conversation with two older men in tuxedos who looked to be far more important than him. They broke up their little circle when the ladies approached.

"What do we have here? More escorts? Normally I would accept but I'm afraid I'm already swamped with them. Any of you fellas need 'em?" Yup. Now Evelyn definitely wanted to pull her gun out and blast him in the face. If only there weren't so many security guards around.

The gentleman to his left spoke up. "You don't know who this is, Jock? This is Moira Fairchild, Deputy Director of the FIB."

Jock was quick to laugh off his blunder of course. Bless his heart. He tried so hard to appear witty and smart but always failed. Karen felt it really added to his "charm" of being nothing more than a buffoon who should have been in an on-set accident years ago. "Of course I know. I was just kidding. Moira - may I call you Moira? Moira here is way too prudish looking to be an escort. A real fun killer if you know what I mean."

Evelyn and Karen played along by laughing at his "jokes." "Well, Jock, I suppose we can't all be as stoic as you are." One of the two men in the group laughed a little at Evelyn's retort. Apparently he got it though Jock looked confused as he downed his glass of champagne.

The guest who laughed was old enough in appearance to be Evelyn's father. Bald, tortoiseshell eyeglasses, and spoke with a refined dialect. "I must admit, Deputy Director…"

"Oh. Please, just call me Moira." Evelyn interrupted while snagging a martini from a passing waiter. Before she could drink it Karen took it from her hand and then downed it herself. Spoil sport.

"Moira. I have to admit that I was surprised to hear of your arrival. My office was told that you'd be on sabbatical for at least a month. Even more surprising is that you did not arrive with your husband. I was sure he would be with you. And you are…." He switched his view from Evelyn to Karen now. His free hand extended for a proper greeting.

"Sarah. Sarah Fawcett. I'm Mrs. Fairchild's secretary. A real honor to meet you both." She took the man's hand who proceeded to give it a light kiss.

"To be completely honest with you; my husband has no idea I'm actually here. Sarah and I aren't exactly 'strictly business' in our relationship, if you know what I'm sayin'." Evelyn leaned down and kissed Karen on the cheek in a bid to be more convincing, although Karen didn't look phased by the action at all. Instead she clamped her hands around Evelyn's arm and started to rub it affectionately.

"Well, I can't say I'm surprised. Roland must have at least five mistresses so, in my eyes at least, I would say this makes you even," he said with a smile.

If only I'd thought to bring my recorder. Karen thought upon hearing what could be an intelligence goldmine.

"If you'll excuse me, ladies. I have other business to tend to," he said and then turned to Cranley. "Jock." With that he moved on to another group of guests huddled in a corner leaving just the three of them. Evelyn was a little sad to lose someone who sounded quite sensible and would now even sooner have to be alone with the creep.

"If you ask me I think it's great to see two beautiful women showing so much love for one another. Now if you were two guys I'd be like, 'Whoa! Stop grossing me out!" He stopped to laugh at his own material yet again. Evelyn was quite annoyed but laughed as well to keep her cover.

"You know, Jock. The FIB is looking forward to your election. We feel that we can operate more freely with someone who is just as concerned with security as we are. I mean, are we really going to trust some rich cow who thinks she's better than everyone else just because she can throw big words around like 'pontificate' or 'addlebrain?" Evelyn said as she grabbed another drink, this time making sure it was out of reach of her handler.

"Ain't that the truth! Security for this state is at the top of my list of priorities. For too many years now we've let the gangs and cartels run these streets. We can't even trust the police anymore after so many cases of crooked cops. Who's to blame for all this? The liberal ninnies! With my election as governor I'll use tactics that make sure we'll never be surprised by a threat. Looser guidelines to allow martial law, walls built around the entirety of the state which have the added benefit of stimulating our stilted economy, and live camera feeds in every business, home, school, and bathroom stall straight to my office in the Governor's Mansion," he said with such pride as if he were giving a public speech.

"And that right there is what we're looking for. The guts to show tough love against those hippies we call kids today." Evelyn sipped her drink until her glass was empty. "You know, Jock. I love this main room but it's just so hard to concentrate on business with all the noise." Evelyn stepped closer to the dippy man in front of her. Going for sultry now she locked eyes with him, the olive from her martini glass in hand. "What do you say we take this discussion somewhere a bit more private? I'm sure we can work out some kind of terms. You do something for me and we do something for you." On cue she popped the olive into her mouth and sucked out the soft core before slowly eating it. For added effect she moaned lightly. It may not have been much but Jock struck Evelyn as the type of man who didn't need much work at all to be seduced. Finally she went against better judgement and brushed up against him, placing one hand on his chest. "What do you say, Governor Cranley?"

Cranley downed his beverage in one quick gulp. "Of course I can do that. Why don't we go to my study. I never use it but my campaign manager said I should have one. Right this way, ladies."

It was but a brisk walk to Cranley's private study. It was exactly as he'd said. Like it had never had a foot step in it since the day it was furnished. There was a brown leather sofa with a coffee table and a couple of chairs in the center of the room and an unlit fireplace on the far wall. Karen guessed that it was electric as there was no chimney sticking out of the roof on this side of the house. The walls were lined with various movie posters that he had been in, but rarely was the main star of the picture. After the ladies walked in he was sure to shut the heavy door behind them. It was made of solid steel from the sound of it hitting against the wooden doorframe.

"Make yourselves comfortable, ladies." Evie and Karen sat down on the sofa as Cranley walked to one of the faux wooden panels that made up the walls of the room. It opened to reveal a mini fridge stocked with liquors of various brands. While his back was turned Evie turned to Karen who was shaking her head. A clear sign that she should avoid any drinks from here on out. Evie nodded just in time before Jock shut the door and returned with drinks..

As if on a cue Evie didn't know about, Karen's phone started to ring inside her handbag. "Oh no. It's my boyfriend," Karen said unenthusiastically. "He thinks I'm at my mother's tonight. Is there somewhere I could take this?"

"Sorry, babe. The only place not off limits tonight is the bathroom. I can have one of my boys show you if you want," he said.

"That won't be necessary, Mr. Cranley. I'm sure it's the only door in the whole house without a scary man standing next to it." Karen said as she stood back up. "Try not to have too much fun without me, darling." Her hand reached down to Evie's head. As she felt Karen's hand tenderly stroke the fake hair of the wig Evie could feel her hand slip something comfortably into her ear. Finally she left the room altogether leaving Evie completely alone with Jock.

With Karen finally gone Jock decided to make his move. It didn't take any time at all for him to fill the space left vacant beside Evie on the sofa. "Now we can get down to business," he said way too enthusiastically for Evie's liking.

A second later Karen's voice was piping into her ear. "Alright, Evelyn. I'm on my way to his office. Just do as we planned. Keep him busy and no one will ever know we were here. This shouldn't take long at all." Her calm voice was a big help to the thief who was doing her best to stay in her role. She tapped her ear twice as confirmation of Karen's instructions.

The actual spy on the job ducked into the bathroom as she said she would. There she noticed a medium sized window on the wall. Opening it showed her a twenty foot drop straight down with just enough of a ledge for her to stand on. In her handbag was a belt with a clasp with which to attach the bag of tricks. With no time to waste she put it on right away. Here's where a loose-fitting skirt was a blessing. It easily allowed her to climb through the window, though she wasn't able to close it behind her as it was serving as her handrail. A single guard armed with a submachine gun patrolled the garden below. As long as she didn't give him a reason to look up she would be fine. Fortunately the roof of the mansion was still a full wall above her giving her something to lean back on without fear of falling off.

Inch by careful inch she shimmied towards the balcony that was at least thirty feet away. Part of the wall was obscured by a tall tree that she could use for a little bit of cover. She'd just gotten behind it when she heard the sentry below her radio in.

"Control. We've got an open window. Second floor bathroom. Probably some pothead again. You sure you want to ignore? Roger that. Continuing patrol. Out" After his check in about the window he continued on his designated path followed by Karen continuing on hers.

When she was finally close enough she leaped over the stone railing of the balcony, her heels tapping on the hard marble as she landed. On instinct she crouched down as she made her way to the all-glass door separating her from the office. Through it she could see that it was completely unoccupied, yet she could bet her life that there were more heavily armed guards on the other side of the room's door. Just on the off chance that Cranley was a total moron Karen gave the door handle a good jiggle to see if it was locked. To her complete surprise it was. A quick sweep with the special function of her phone informed her that the room was free of tripwires and bugs as well.

Guess he doesn't think anyone would try anything while he was home. You guessed wrong, pal.

The lock on the outside door was so simple that any child could figure out how to pick it. With a trained agent like her around the man might as well have left it completely open anyway. Once done she slipped inside without a single sound. "I'm in, Evelyn," she whispered over the comm unit in her ear. "I'll let you know when I'm done. Out."

Things weren't going so smoothly for poor Evelyn. The door to the hall wasn't locked yet she felt trapped. Suddenly robbing the Pacific Standard sounded like a cake walk in how easy it made her feel in comparison and even if Karen hadn't told her directly not to drink the swill Cranley handed her she wouldn't touch the stuff out of fear of being date raped. She'd heard Cranley's ads on the radio and seen his commercials. It didn't take meeting him up-close to convince her that he was some creep not to be trusted.

"What's the matter, Moira?" Cranley asked. "You haven't touched a drop of your drink."

"Sorry, Jock," Evelyn said bringing her mind back to the task at hand. "I guess I'm just a little shy. You know how it is being around new people. Especially when alone with such a big celebrity like you."

He scooted a little closer to her. "No need to worry, sweetheart. You'll find that I'm very easy to get comfortable around." A hand on her leg was enough to get Evie to bolt from the sofa causing Jock to fall over into the cushions after a failed attempt at leaning in for a kiss.

The amateur spy placed herself atop the end of Jock's practically brand new desk with her legs crossed. She was starting to think that she used a bit too much charm to get this pig's attention. "Before we get to the real fun we have a business matter to settle. Plans for the funding, the coordinating of FIB forces, and contracts to draw up." She figured that would slow him down a bit.

The putz was quick to join her at the desk and, as expected, was way inside her personal comfort zone. "What's the hurry? This is a party after all. Don't you think we can have some fun and enjoy ourselves without work getting in the way?" he whined.

Evie wagged her finger directly in his face. "Now, Jock. We're talking about the security of an entire state. The FIB takes its job very seriously. You think our problems are bad now? Just think of how much worse it would be if we took more time for fun instead of work. As a candidate in the race for Governor I'd expected you to take it just as seriously."

Jock loudly groaned and backed off a bit. Evie took great joy in seeing this sleazeball suffer. Perhaps the night might be somewhat nice afterall. "That's what advisers and department supervisors are for. What's the point in having them if I have to do the majority of the work?"

"If you're saying you can't commit then I'm afraid a relationship between our respective offices just isn't possible." She took some inspiration from the movie posters hanging around her to play up her act. "If there's no relationship between our offices then a relationship between our bodies wouldn't work out, either," she said turning her head away from Jock in a similar manner to a drama queen.

"Come on now, baby. I can work with you. I just need a little incentive to get the work done is all." He sat down on the desk next to her. "Give me a chance to show you what I can do with the proper motivation." Evie could feel his hand on her back now. It slowly started its way down and stopped on her rear which he gave a good squeeze.

Evie wanted more than anything else to put an end to her misery right there. The door was closed and her gun had a silencer. It wasn't as if anyone would notice right away. Then again, it wasn't worth it to hear Karen gripe about how she didn't follow the mission. In place of that idea she actually thought about what Karen would do in this situation. She would keep her cool and continue to play the part. If that's what Karen would do then that is exactly what she would do.

"I'm sorry, Jock. This just isn't going to work out. Perhaps the FIB should consider someone else to back in this election like Sue Murry." She hopped off the desk and collected her bag from the table. "Now if you'll excuse me. I should go collect Sarah and be on my way. I'll let my office know that you just aren't interested."

Cranley grew irate at that sentiment. "Sue Murry?! That bitch wouldn't know security if it came and hit her in the face. She thinks that keeping the same crooked cops out there is enough to keep the little people safe. You know how I think. Glass houses sink ships and all that junk." He walked closer and closer which forced Evie to back up until she had her back against the wall. "You just stick with ole Jock and everything will work out A-ok for everyone." His hand crept slowly up Evie's stomach with his other arm forming a barricade on the other side.

That was enough for Evie to decide that enough was enough. She played things Karen's way and now it was time for her way. She opened her handbag to go for the hidden gun inside, the creep's head coming closer the whole time for a kiss. "I think I've given you the wrong impression, Jock," she whispered.

"Not at all. You've told me what you want and now I'm gonna give it to you," he said sounding quite breathy himself. He planted small kisses on her cheek and then started going down her neck.

That was when she finally felt it. The hand of this pervert groping her breast. Evie's body acted on instinct, giving a hard knee to his stomach. Cranley groaned and stumbled backwards. The force of the blow was enough to make him lose his balance as well. The sight of him on the floor in pain made Evie smile as she whipped out her small pistol and aimed it at him. "I'm sorry, Jock, but what I want most of all is to see you exactly like this - in your place and suffering."

The man struggled to get up at first. It was pretty clear that despite his public appearance as a strong man of action the years of physicality had taken their toll on him. How Evie wished she could get a picture of this moment. She'd have it framed and hung in her living room. "L-look, Moira. I'm into some kinky stuff but this is new even for me." His hand clutched his chest while the other grabbed the table for balance.

"Listen up, you imbecile. In case you haven't noticed this is a real gun, not some toy like in one of your reprehensible movies," said the thief as she attached the silencer to the end of her pistol.

"Why do you keep using these big words I don't understand? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to keep up?" he whined.

"Aww. Do my big words make your head hurt?" she asked in a sarcastically, over-the-top nurturing voice. "Good, because your terrible line delivery and constantly missed cues make my head hurt. Do you have any idea how many movies you've ruined that would have been great with someone else in the role? If you ask me, that's a greater injustice against this world than this farce of a campaign you got going here."

"That's why you're here? You don't like my movies?" His annoying question was answered by a swift backhanded slap across the face.

"Just shut the fuck up already." Evelyn growled as she delightfully watched Cranley rub his cheek in agony. Her eyes glanced over to the still full glass of alcohol sitting on the table next to him and then an idea hit her like a thunderball. "You look mighty parched, Mr. Cranley. Why don't you have yourself a drink to calm those nerves?"

"No thanks. I'm quite alright," he groaned.

"No, really…" Evelyn stuck the tip of the gun barrel against the temple of Jock's forehead. "I insist." He reluctantly took the glass in his hand and drew it closer to his face. It was ostensibly all coming back to him now. The way he didn't want that particular glass told her everything she suspected earlier was true. He stopped just short of having it touch his lips. "Go on," she ordered.

Little by little he tipped the glass up while Evie watched intensly. The amber liquid was just about to pass across his lips when he tossed the glass away and charged forward, spearing Evie hard against the wall. She grunted loudly from the surprise attack and harsh slamming of her midsection. She tried to hit him with the gun in her hand but another pressing hit against the wall forced it to slip out of her hand. Every poster frame hanging on the wall shook violently with each new hit. Evie was busy cursing herself for allowing herself to get too comfortable in the situation.

Her attacker backed off long enough for her to fall down in pain. She hunched over trying to catch her breath while she had the chance. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him rearing up for a second assault and evaded his punch by moving her head back a bit. The fist missed her by a few centimeters followed by another that she barely avoided. The man seemed to be versed in a brawling style. Too reliant on hard punches which left him open when he missed. The man may have been a Vinewood stuntman but Evelyn had years of street fighting on her side. After another failed punch she took her opening for a counterattack. Low dodge with a shot right to the ribs starting a sequence combined with an uppercut to the chin and ending with a jumping roundhouse kick to his chest. The flurry of blows was hard enough to send him crashing through one of the leather chairs in the center of the room. To make things a little easier Evie pulled up her skirt a little. It was less for fanservice and more to allow her greater movement for fighting.

Using the opportunity presented to her when he finally got back up out of the mess of stuffing and leather, Evelyn ran up to him, leaped into the air whilst grabbing him by the neck, and let gravity carry them both down through the coffee table, though Jock would feel the majority of the attack. The solid wood construction fell apart instantly leaving a nice crater of destruction. Cranley groaned loudly in pain. Evelyn wasn't feeling the hottest either but she at least had her opponent suck up most of the fall damage for her. By the time she got back to her feet Jock managed to grab one of the broken table legs and proceeded to smack her square in the face with it, knocking her back down again.

Jock struggled back to his feet. Instead of pressing on the attack he took a moment to step over to the electric fireplace and switch it on. The machine crackled to life. A second later he was back at Evie's side. It was a little painful for him but he still found a way to pick her up and toss her headfirst into the device. She screamed out in pain as the glass of the fireplace covering shattered against her back. The heat made sure she would feel more than the simple pain of glass cutting her skin. Some blood coughed up from Evelyn's mouth as the former Vinewood star took the time to pick up her dropped gun.

Evie got to her hands and knees in time to be greeted with the barrel of the gun straight between her eyes. Jock used the gun to motion for her to get up. It wasn't an easy feat to get back on her feet with both arms raised. It didn't help that she could feel shards of glass trying to dig into her bare feet. "You're pretty spry for some old geezer. You must take a lot of vitamins."

"I'm like a locomotive, sweetheart. Slow to start but once i get going I stop for nobody." Evie couldn't stop herself from laughing. "What the hell is so funny?" he asked now going from assured to agitated.

"Oh, I was just thinking about how that's the perfect simile to your campaign. Needs stoking to get anywhere, can be easily derailed by the smallest problem, and there's nothing quite as spectacular as watching it wreck."

"You think you're so fuckin' funny. Tell me why I'm the one holding the gun if you're so smart."

"Just got lucky that way? Hey man, I give you props for even knowing how to hold one. To get real here for a second; I honestly started assuming you let all the stunt doubles take over while you hit up the buffet."

"That's a damn lie and you know it! I do all of my own stunts! My team can back that up every time!" Evie could see small tears starting to form in his eyes as his voice got shaky like he was ready to start sobbing. "Welp, it's not going to matter anyway since you won't be around to see them anymore." He straightened up a bit before cocking the pistol's hammer.

"Yeah well there's just one thing you're forgetting. What the hell is that?!" she screamed pointing a finger in the air beside him. When the idiot actually fell for one of the oldest tricks in the book and turned his head she used his moment of confusion to her advantage. She once again nailed him with a kick to the gut, grabbed him by the head, twisted around so that they were facing the same direction, and finally dropped down through the air; his jaw hitting violently on Evelyn's shoulder. The direct result of the attack being that Jock was now lying on his back with so much head trauma that he was knocked unconscious.

The study was a complete disaster now. What had been a very nice room to work in now looked like a couple of professional wrestlers used it for a street match. She made sure to grab her gun and toss it in her bag as she rose to her feet with a couple of seconds spent to fix her dress again. She'd have kicked the lecherous asshole again for good measure if it wouldn't hurt so much. She opened the door to find two security men standing outside the room. "Sorry about the disruption, boys. Mr. Cranley and I are such hard negotiators that we just couldn't work out a deal." She slipped past the security detail and rushed down the hall and around the corner when they peeked into the room. Karen stepped out of the bathroom just as she was walking by it. "Did you get it?" she asked in a rush.

"Yeah. What's going on?" Karen asked very concerned. Evie grabbed her by the arm without bothering to stop.

"I'll explain later. We gotta go now." Evie replied. Karen feared for the proper explanation. The two headed downstairs to the main hall which was still filled with partygoers. It seemed to Evie that the noise of the party had drowned out the ruckus upstairs. That should make things easier. Of course, right as the duo made it outside to the car they could see the security team outside beginning to mobilize.

"Stop that car!" shouted the security chief. As ordered, ten of the security men took aim and fired directly at them. Quite fortunate for the pair of spies that Evie had replaced the armor of the car that also extended to bulletproof glass. Bullets hit the car all over as Evie struggled a bit to put the car in gear.

"Whenever you're ready, Deputy Director," said Karen nonchalantly.

"Not helping, secretary," she snarled in return. Immediately upon the old car deciding to cooperate at last she threw it in reverse and flew through the closed iron gate. The chunks of metal from both the gate and the car crashed onto the pavement with very loud clangs. From what Karen could tell it was the rear bumper.

"I do hope you have a decent escape route planned." Karen stated, still in an extremely calm voice as though they were going on a Sunday drive and not, in fact, away from trained killers who were about to give chase.

The car drifted slightly around curves of the mountainside road. Things worked out for them a bit since it was so late meaning most of the roads would be nearly deserted. "Don't forget that I used to cross these roads almost everyday in my old life." They didn't make it far before three sets of headlights appeared in the rear view mirror.

"What'd you do to piss these guys off anyway?" Karen asked.

"Got in a brawl with Cranley," answered Evie already wincing in anticipation of Karen's expected reaction to her "methods."

"How did you manage that? I set it all up for you perfectly. All you had to do was talk to the guy!" And now the bullets were back. They hit the rear panelling of the car in loud percussion as Evie continued down the winding road.

"Hey! I tried it your way! Considering the last guy who got a feel of my chest without asking is six feet under now and missing both hands, I'd say that my reaction was very light in comparison." At her first chance she turned off from Vinewood Hills and headed north between the mountains connecting Los Santos with Blaine County. Sadly all three of the pursuing vehicles managed to make the sharp turn as well although one of them took a street sign as a casualty.

"Low profile! Do you not know the meaning of the words 'low profile?!" The car slid around another curve in a perfectly executed high speed turn. If they missed any turn at all it would mean careening down the 50+ foot drops to certain death. "Doesn't this car have spikes that fall out the back or something?" Karen added.

"It was the one thing we couldn't get working again. Closest thing we got is under your seat." Evie answered.

Karen reached down underneath the seat and pulled out a small case. Inside was a stack of small discs which she recognized as mines. "That'll do," she said smiling. She was getting ready to let one drop when the car hit a bump in the road causing her to accidentally drop all of them in the road. One of the pursuing vehicles hit them dead on causing it to flip through the air in a glorious explosion. The other pursuers swerved out of the way in time to not be affected by the fireball minus a little scorching. "So far this special car of yours is losing in coolness factor to everyday weapons. I thought you said this thing was, and I quote, 'the coolest.' Well, I'm waiting."

In response to the challenge Evelyn flipped a switch on the center console. On the rear of the car the previously mentioned shield slid into place forming a barricade between the incoming fire and the rear windshield. Karen thought it would have been cooler if she'd done that at the start of the chase instead of waiting so long. The right for Evie to boast about how awesome her car is was taken away immediately afterwards when it became perfectly clear that the bullets were just going right through it. "That one was just a fluke." Evie said cutting off Karen's chance to gloat some more. She flipped the switch again causing the whole panel to detach from the car. It still managed to catch one of the drivers behind them directly in the windshield, most likely hitting the people inside as well. They didn't see what happened to it due to another very sharp curve in the road that would lead them towards the Griffith Observatory.

"Sorry, sweety. Still doesn't count." Karen snarked. "Last chance to show me something good."

Evie moved the car as fast as it could go uphill. The one advantage they seemed to have over their pursuers was that they were in a sports car built to take turns while the pursuing vehicle appeared to be an SUV which couldn't take them as quickly out of fear of toppling over. A decent-sized gap started to form between the vehicles. Exactly what Evie was wanting. She was ready to give Karen an "I told you so!" smirk when a car coming down the hilly road couldn't change course in time to avoid scraping down the entire driver side of the classic car. When it was gone so was the side mirror. Now she was on the receiving end of the "I told you so!" smirk when she and Karen met eyes.

At last they finally made it up to the flat terrain of the observatory's sizeable parking lot. Evie flipped the last switch on the console before hitting the emergency brake. The whole car rapidly spun 180 degrees, stopping so that it was able to face entrance to the parking. With only seconds to spare the enemy SUV came into view. Evie and Karen ducked from the machine gun fire that came immediately. Only now Evie was actually ready for them and pressed her thumbs down on the buttons in the steering wheel. Two .50 caliber heavy machine guns attached to either side of the bonnet roared to life. Karen peeked up enough to see the rounds shred the SUV into swiss cheese before causing the whole vehicle to explode in a grand wreck.

There was still a long pause where neither woman said a word. The air was filled with the sounds of the two catching their breath slightly. Evie was the first to finally speak up. "So….Does that pass your coolness test?"

"Came down to your last trick but you managed to pull it off. Color me impressed, Collins." Karen said with a bemused smile on her face.

Karen's smile was reciprocated with a smile from Evie. "Know what would make this occasion perfect?" she asked with a grin. Karen was about to ask what that would be but Evie held up the champagne bottle that had been in the car's cooler with a couple of glasses. "A little drink to celebrate a successful mission. Even if there were one or two hiccups." She handed one of the glasses to Karen. Using the car's dashboard as a makeshift bottle opener she poured a glass for each of them and sat the bottle back down in the cooler between them.

"I have no idea in hell how I'm gonna explain your side to my boss but we did technically get what we wanted." Karen said, now with a cheerful grin of her own. "To a brighter future for all of us," she said raising her glass in a toast.

"A brighter future!" Evie cheered and then clanged glasses with her partner before taking a big sip of her drink.

Another long silence befell the interior of the car. Karen swished the liquid around her mouth a bit while Evie sniffed her glass and then sniffed the bottle itself. "Can I tell you something, Evelyn?" asked Karen.

"This is flat?"

"This is indeed flat." Karen said in rapid succession after Evie combined with nodding her head.

Silence once again came as Evie took a moment to take a deep breath. "Wanna get a beer?" she asked with another smile.

"That sounds absolutely perfect right now." Karen responded, actually laughing now. They both rolled down the windows and tossed out the flat champagne still left in their glasses. Evie put the car in gear again to head back to her apartment. "One out of three gadgets working still ain't bad."

"Thanks. That means a lot coming from you," said Evie appreciatively.

"You're quite welcome," Karen said as she took off the blonde wig on Evie's head. "Though I did tell you that it was just a prop."

"You just couldn't let that go, could you?"

"Nope."