Trang was our mark in China.
'Up the Wuhan, all the way,' I said to our sexy assassin.
Her job was to enter the biological complex and access the CCTV footage of that fateful day when officials accidentally let their biological war of mass destruction waft in the wind, out of the complex, and into the general public where it virus had a host in which to multiply.
Trang had personal skills.
She'd get in close and then pull for her dear life.
'I've pulled off more teliwhackers than I care to think about.'
Bight them off, with no prejudice, said Max, who was keen on getting some footage that proved that Covid was made and released by the Chine to overthrow Trump and install Obama's puppet, Biden.
Trang would travel north, pretending to be a seasonal fruit worker, with her peeked Vietnamese hat.
She would eventually make it to Wuhan and change clothes into the sexy scientist.
'Then you know what to do after that,' said Max, who wished her luck.
'America is counting on your success. If we can prove the Chinese released Covid so they could get better trade deals, Trump will be back in the office for another four years and Big Tit Inc. will continue getting its funding.'
A lot was hinged on this mission.
Even I could see that.
