Kyle Katz was confused.
Yes, his plans of surveilance had gone perfectly. He'd infiltrated the Ambassador of Uzbekistan's ball with no problems; the pearl would be his with no problem.
So why did it feel too easy?
He knew that WOOHP had been tracking his movements for years. So why weren't they at the ball?
Unless…
Kyle lashed out, but he was too late. Before he could land a single punch, his hands were bound in hot pink cuffs.
"Gotcha, cutie," Kyle tried to knock his assailant out with a well placed kick, but she was already gone, and he was already on the floor. That was when he noticed that he was outside in an alley. When did that happen?
Kyle looked up to see a petite blonde-haired girl talking into a pink communication device. Was that a compact powder? The girl was pretty non-descript, in a standard catering uniform. Kyle had to admit that even if he'd met her face to face in the ball, he wouldn't have noticed her.
"Sammie? Yeah, I got the target. Bring the back up round back before I pounce his cute little butt," she said with a wink at a bewildered Kyle.
"Who are you?" Kyle demanded, "I know I know the face of every spy at WOOHP and I've definitely never seen yours before."
Blondie giggled as WHOOP agents descended on the scene. Before Kyle got dragged into a holding truck, Blondie leaned in as if to give him a kiss. "Oh, Kyle, if that were true, we wouldn't be very good at our jobs, now would we? Take 'em away, boys!"
The tiny blonde girl disappeared behind the doors of the truck, leaving Kyle thinking that he'd grossly underestimated WOOHP, both in skill, and in looks.