She chuckled, “Barry’s here?”
“Yeah, the short white guy with the Afro wig dancing by himself like he’s Donna Summers, babe.”
She remembers the short white guy with the Afro dancing by himself, like a disco queen.
“That’s Barry?”
“He did some acting in college, heard they let him play Dorothy in ‘The Wiz.’ --Heard he was pretty good. -- Barry thinks being a spy is like being on Broadway, just one immense musical comedy. When you think about it, I can see that.”
“Till you get captured or killed,” Butterfly replied as they go back to the business at hand, “Tony wants to take me back to his hotel when we leave. He thinks I’m going to rock his world tonight.”
“You are going to rock his bell, but not in the way he’s hoping. Keep making him believe …show more content…
As one rhythmic dance song ends, Spinmeister quickly fires up another keeping the party going to the satisfaction of the crowd. In perfect German into his microphone, "Tazze deinen Arsch ab! Tanz bis du stirbst!! Corona Baby - Baby, eine Explosion auks der Vergangenheit." Then shouts in English, “Dance your ass off! Dance till you die!! Corona’s Baby Baby!!!
Lucky joints back to his table and the waiting Blonde who continued to be all over him. If you didn’t know you’d swear he was his boyfriend.
Standing near the tall, wiry agent who continued to stalk Butterfly. But BARRY, real name is Owen Steinberg, all of 5’3, but a top CIA undercover agent wearing a large AFRO WIG, and a gold jumpsuit -- ambles closer. Barry paces closely behind the wiry agent, then purposely stumbles into him.
Quicker than the eye can see, like a South American Huaorani Indian from Ecuador, Barry plants a tiny dart into the unsuspecting agent’s back. Fortunately for this victim, the poison is non-lethal, he’ll be fine in a week or so. Barry chuckles and delightedly shout loudly in French, “Exccusez-moi -- Monsieur, mille.” “Excuse me, sir, a thousand …show more content…
“Well, nice to meet and work with you, Veronica, your first day was spectacular, five-star. I would love to chat but… they’re waiting for me.” “You have to catch Butterfly and Tony – go do your job,” Veronica said.
Lucky glances at Barry and Veronica one last time, then bolt out of the club.
Barry and Veronica sit at her table and share a laugh.
“Pay up, Barry, I definitely made his girlfriend jealous like you wanted me to.”
The mischievous little spy is proud of himself,
“Yeah, you sure did, I thought you two were a couple.”
“Something tells me that Lucky and I will be working again and again and again.”
Barry takes out a hundred-dollar bill and hands it to her.
“I would never fall for a spook, personally, but I there’s always that exceptions to the rules, just don’t underestimate Butterfly.
“She shouldn’t underestimate me,” Veronica said with a hint of confidence.
“You’ll be the perfect
“Yeah, the short white guy with the Afro wig dancing by himself like he’s Donna Summers, babe.”
She remembers the short white guy with the Afro dancing by himself, like a disco queen.
“That’s Barry?”
“He did some acting in college, heard they let him play Dorothy in ‘The Wiz.’ --Heard he was pretty good. -- Barry thinks being a spy is like being on Broadway, just one immense musical comedy. When you think about it, I can see that.”
“Till you get captured or killed,” Butterfly replied as they go back to the business at hand, “Tony wants to take me back to his hotel when we leave. He thinks I’m going to rock his world tonight.”
“You are going to rock his bell, but not in the way he’s hoping. Keep making him believe …show more content…
As one rhythmic dance song ends, Spinmeister quickly fires up another keeping the party going to the satisfaction of the crowd. In perfect German into his microphone, "Tazze deinen Arsch ab! Tanz bis du stirbst!! Corona Baby - Baby, eine Explosion auks der Vergangenheit." Then shouts in English, “Dance your ass off! Dance till you die!! Corona’s Baby Baby!!!
Lucky joints back to his table and the waiting Blonde who continued to be all over him. If you didn’t know you’d swear he was his boyfriend.
Standing near the tall, wiry agent who continued to stalk Butterfly. But BARRY, real name is Owen Steinberg, all of 5’3, but a top CIA undercover agent wearing a large AFRO WIG, and a gold jumpsuit -- ambles closer. Barry paces closely behind the wiry agent, then purposely stumbles into him.
Quicker than the eye can see, like a South American Huaorani Indian from Ecuador, Barry plants a tiny dart into the unsuspecting agent’s back. Fortunately for this victim, the poison is non-lethal, he’ll be fine in a week or so. Barry chuckles and delightedly shout loudly in French, “Exccusez-moi -- Monsieur, mille.” “Excuse me, sir, a thousand …show more content…
“Well, nice to meet and work with you, Veronica, your first day was spectacular, five-star. I would love to chat but… they’re waiting for me.” “You have to catch Butterfly and Tony – go do your job,” Veronica said.
Lucky glances at Barry and Veronica one last time, then bolt out of the club.
Barry and Veronica sit at her table and share a laugh.
“Pay up, Barry, I definitely made his girlfriend jealous like you wanted me to.”
The mischievous little spy is proud of himself,
“Yeah, you sure did, I thought you two were a couple.”
“Something tells me that Lucky and I will be working again and again and again.”
Barry takes out a hundred-dollar bill and hands it to her.
“I would never fall for a spook, personally, but I there’s always that exceptions to the rules, just don’t underestimate Butterfly.
“She shouldn’t underestimate me,” Veronica said with a hint of confidence.
“You’ll be the perfect