22 December 2012
The fashion-forward high heels that Martha at headquarters had picked out pinched my toes, and my dress was too tight and too short, but my appearance was vital to my duty ad therefore could not be sacrificed for something more comfortable.
I was unrecognizable as I plowed through the crowd quickly, albeit the cobblestone that caused me to wobble. As I approached the platform that the guests or the dinner party surrounded, I saw him.
He stood there confidently, his hands splayed out toward the confused crowd, posed to conquer. His eyes were wandering about the faces of the many individuals before they connected with mine.
"Denise," he mouthed as his eyes widened in horror.
I grinned devilishly at him as I whipped out my badge, terminating my undercover position.
The rest of the police force surrounded him, guns pointed. He stated at me, appalled, as he tentatively raised his hands over his head in surrender.
Conquer • Opuss № I