"Oh ho ho! And you see that's how I defeated Dr. Z."

My boss looked up at me from his desk and took a long drink of water.

"Wait, I don't get it. Weren't you still strapped to Dr. Z's wall at the end of the story?"

"What are you saying, that I haven't written a report in three weeks?"

"Uh...well yeah, and you promised another report and then...nothing. I don't hear a bloody word from you, my worst secret agent, for three whole weeks and then you just saunter in here laughing and going on about defeating Dr. Z."

I swallowed. Was he on to me? Only one way to find out. Ask him.

"You aren't implying that I made a deal with Dr. Z to become a double agent so that I could escape certain death in a tank of sharks are you?"

"Er..." He squinted at me. "I think I'm going to have to take you off active duty for the time being."

"Because you really don't have to do that...I would never betray my own country to help a mad man lace the world's water supply with hamster urine."

My boss spit out the water he'd been drinking and sat there sputtering.

"Well, I'm off to do anything BUT meet with my new boss Dr.Z and scheme ways of taking down the agency once and for all. Anything but that. Also I think I need to buy more bottled water. Tottles."

I clapped my hands and headed out the door. I'd been worried about being bad at this double agent thing, but it turned out it was pretty easy.

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