Sterling's patience was beginning to grow thin. He had been at this interrogation for long enough already, but The Ambassador showed no signs of cracking. Sighing heavily he walked over to the now unconscious girl lying near the doorway and dragged her towards The Ambassador by her arm.
"This girl is your niece or what have you right?" Sterling said as he drew a pistol from within his trench coat and aimed it at her head. The Ambassador chuckled lightly, causing Sterling to fire a shot a few inches from her head in response.
"I am not joking here Mr. Craft!" He knew his time remaining had just dropped significantly. People would've heard that shot. He watched the door, waiting for one of his men to show up in response to the sound of gunfire, but no one came. Sterling immediately knew something was wrong. He took aim at The Ambassadors leg and shot him square in the knee.
"WHERE ARE THE BLUEPRINTS YOU DAMNED THIEF?" No sooner had he finished his words than the girl whom he had assumed was unconscious on the floor leapt to her feet in an instant and hit him square across the jaw as he turned. His mask may have been metal, but he still felt the blow. He staggered back a few feet before she reached him again and twisted the gun out of his hand, then hitting him with a roundhouse kick to the chest. Sterling staggered back further, but regained his bearings. He blocked a kick aimed at his ribs with his cane and hit her square in the stomach. She fell back but was back on her feet before long. However Sterling had already pulled his ace. Pulling downward on the length of his cane he revealed the sword concealed within. The girl assumed a fighting stance but neither moved. Sterling had several other small throwing knives in his coat, but throwing one could only give her a weapon if she was as skilled as she seemed. He knew his whole operation was probably found out, and he had a window he could jump from right behind him, but he didn't dare turn his back to The Ambassadors pint sized protector. However as luck would have it, backup arrived.
"Cecilia what the hell is-" A young masked boy wearing a bowler hat appeared in the doorway. The girl turned her head quickly, and Sterling seized the opportunity. Reaching into his coat, he threw one of his knives at the girl, it was hardly an accurate throw, but it didn't need to be. It cut the side one of her legs, and she fell to her knee with a cry of pain. He quickly turned and jumped straight out of the window behind him. His landing was less than graceful, but he quickly recovered and scaled the back wall, landing on the other side and disappearing into the night.

"And that's everything that happened." Miles said, concluding his story to Raven through the phone.
"This doesn't bode well. It seems The Ambassador brought trouble from America with him." Raven's usually calm and sarcastic voice had become deadly serious.
"You mean this Sterling guy?"
"That is part of it yes. You're sure you heard a mention of 'blueprints' before you reached The Ambassador?" Raven asked. Miles had heard the yell as he was ascending the stairs of the building to where they had confirmed The Ambassador to be.
"Absolutely, yes." Miles replied. Raven stayed silent for a moment.
"Bones is currently investigating everything involving this incident. I suspect we will have much to discuss next time we meet. In the meantime, see what you can learn from his niece." Raven said as before promptly hanging up. Miles exited the phone booth and looked up into the sky before promptly cursing and trying to find shelter from the sudden torrent of rain. Everyone on the street brought out umbrellas and soon the sidewalks were a sea of colors. Miles had taken shelter under a shop awning when a girl with a black umbrella approached him. She held the umbrella low, obscuring her face, and she wore a school uniform Miles was unfamiliar with.
"Do they not have rain on the White Lizard planet?" He recognized the deadpan voice immediately. He reached for his pistol but she pulled out another umbrella and moved it's point right to his throat.
"I doubt I need to tell you what will happen if you pull out your weapon." The girl continued. Miles swallowed hard and let go of his firearm. Miles' mind raced. Was it tipped with poison? Was there a gun hidden in the handle?
"So what do you want lizard girl." He said, trying to remain calm.
"You were at The American Embassy recently weren't you?" Miles stayed silent, and the girl continued.
"I just thought you would want to know that the Black Lizard planet had nothing to do with the attack that took place."
"We're aware. We overheard it from some of attackers." A small smile flashed for an instant across the girls face before disappearing just as quickly.
"Then we have nothing to worry about for now." She replied. A thought occurred to Miles.
"So I guess my cover is blown then…" He moaned, knowing he might as well be dead if the enemy knew who he really was.
"Only I know who you actually are, and I've been asked to keep it that way." She said. Miles raised an eyebrow.
"Your just gonna let an enemy spy go?" She didn't respond, but instead flipped the umbrella around, giving him the handle.
"Take it. You'll catch a cold otherwise."
"Your giving me your weapon?" Miles asked, dumbfounded.
"It's not a weapon. It's just a harmless umbrella." This time the smile that appeared stayed on her face as he took the umbrella and she backed away into the sea of
umbrellas, disappearing in an instant. Miles looked over the umbrella. Sure enough, it was just a harmless umbrella.
"God damn spies." He grumbled before opening it and heading back to his school.