Ever since Five got into the CIA, heβs been having all types of missions. Although he enjoys his job, heβs been needing an extra hand to do all the other stuff since of course, heβs a very busy man. Itβs been 6 years since heβs been working alone, by himself but always needed an extra hand. So finally, Five decided to ask the million dollar question to Mr.Ribbons, the Deputy Director. He began to explain in full detail what type of help he needed.
π πππ: βCan you find for me someone strong and sweet fitting on my knee? She can keep her job if she gets one thing wrong, but I wonβt need her for very long. I just need help for a little while.β
ππ. πππππππ: βCertainly, is there anything else?β
π πππ: βShe can be belly dancer, I donβt need a true romancer. She can be a diplomat but I donβt need a girl like that. She can be a neurosurgeon, if sheβs doing nothing urgent. But what I need is a πππππππππ πππππππππ.β He squinted his eyes, hoping Mr. Ribbons would get the picture.
π πππ: βNow, when i send her back, would you please make sure stays on the track? I know how hard it is for young girls these days. In the face of everything to stay on the right track.β
ππ. πππππππ: βIβll see what I can do.β