Still surveying the establishment under investigation. The man I spied has long left the building clutching the guarded recipie to the source of the "Aqua Fennica" elixer, so sought after by international organizations which shall remain nameless........

Spying, sneaking, seeing the sentimental, the searching and the sleezy engage in limitless frenzied and hormonally induced shenanigans. Jotting it all down. My pen has run out of invisible ink.

A young lady catches my eye. As she approaches, my hands start to shake. Praying that she just won't say it. She moves closer. Awwwwcomeon now, please don't say it, even though you know you wanna say it. Just don't say..........