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In the comfort of her safehouse, Agent Bennett was getting ready. Compared to her previous missions, this was even more urgent: the protection of an ambassador from a radical group. Apparently, Ambassador Louisa Hughes had angered a fringe group of radicals through her negotiations with the government, and intelligence revealed that as soon as she was going to be leaving her residence, they'd ambush the convoy. Thankfully, the ambassador was cooperating from the safety of an undisclosed location, and that's where Bennett came in.

Making sure his bodysuit was in order, Bennett took it out of the secret space in the closet; it was a rush job, but Ambassador Hughes gave it her blessing once she saw it. As she put it on, she thought that, at the risk of jinxing things, this assignment was something she craved. Going undercover was what she was good at and thoroughly enjoyed, but thwarting an assassination attempt? This was exactly the change of pace that was needed. Once the suit was zipped up, she reached back into the closet for the mask. A brief sense of elation struck her before quickly subsiding, and with the ever-satisfying sound of the mask being put on, she now was the ambassador; she did feel powerful in this guise, and that was a confidence boost that would truly go a long way. She scrutinized herself in the mirror, making sure the potential assassins wouldn't suspect something was amiss, before giving the fellow agents the all-clear signal. Via a secret tunnel, they took him to the waiting caravan.

"Madam Ambassador, are you ready?" asked one of the security guards.

Looking around, Bennett answered, "Absolutely. Let them come--we can handle them. For now, though, I have a job to do."
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Once safely ensconced in a safe room in the embassy, Bennett was extremely satisfied with what had happened. Thanks to previously-acquired intel, all the agents knew that the group would likely be blasting the caravan with gunfire, as they wanted to "send a message to the American pigs that they should not try to help the country's government". Other embedded agents were consequently able to discern what routes and weaponry that would be used to carry out the attack, and as such, the security detail had zero issues mitigating things. Before she could relive the recent events in all their glory, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Good job there, Agent Bennett, we can't thank you enough."

She turned around and lo and behold, the real ambassador was standing in front of her.

"Madam Ambassador, the pleasure was all mine. I'm glad we can keep you safe and sound."

"You and your fellow agents were absolute professionals. I do believe that we'll be in touch in the future. But, before we can discuss that, I think it's time for you to get changed. We wouldn't want to cause too much confusion out there, would we?"

Smiling to herself as she watched Ambassador Hughes walk away, Bennett reflected on the job well done.

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Per popular demand, here's a short story involving an agent, as part of the Conesy Suiting Universe™

Description

In the comfort of her safehouse, Agent Bennett was getting ready. Compared to her previous missions, this was even more urgent: the protection of an ambassador from a radical group. Apparently, Ambassador Louisa Hughes had angered a fringe group of radicals through her negotiations with the government, and intelligence revealed that as soon as she was going to be leaving her residence, they'd ambush the convoy. Thankfully, the ambassador was cooperating from the safety of an undisclosed location, and that's where Bennett came in.

Making sure his bodysuit was in order, Bennett took it out of the secret space in the closet; it was a rush job, but Ambassador Hughes gave it her blessing once she saw it. As she put it on, she thought that, at the risk of jinxing things, this assignment was something she craved. Going undercover was what she was good at and thoroughly enjoyed, but thwarting an assassination attempt? This was exactly the change of pace that was needed. Once the suit was zipped up, she reached back into the closet for the mask. A brief sense of elation struck her before quickly subsiding, and with the ever-satisfying sound of the mask being put on, she now was the ambassador; she did feel powerful in this guise, and that was a confidence boost that would truly go a long way. She scrutinized herself in the mirror, making sure the potential assassins wouldn't suspect something was amiss, before giving the fellow agents the all-clear signal. Via a secret tunnel, they took him to the waiting caravan.

"Madam Ambassador, are you ready?" asked one of the security guards.

Looking around, Bennett answered, "Absolutely. Let them come--we can handle them. For now, though, I have a job to do."
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Once safely ensconced in a safe room in the embassy, Bennett was extremely satisfied with what had happened. Thanks to previously-acquired intel, all the agents knew that the group would likely be blasting the caravan with gunfire, as they wanted to "send a message to the American pigs that they should not try to help the country's government". Other embedded agents were consequently able to discern what routes and weaponry that would be used to carry out the attack, and as such, the security detail had zero issues mitigating things. Before she could relive the recent events in all their glory, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Good job there, Agent Bennett, we can't thank you enough."

She turned around and lo and behold, the real ambassador was standing in front of her.

"Madam Ambassador, the pleasure was all mine. I'm glad we can keep you safe and sound."

"You and your fellow agents were absolute professionals. I do believe that we'll be in touch in the future. But, before we can discuss that, I think it's time for you to get changed. We wouldn't want to cause too much confusion out there, would we?"

Smiling to herself as she watched Ambassador Hughes walk away, Bennett reflected on the job well done.

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Per popular demand, here's a short story involving an agent, as part of the Conesy Suiting Universe™