(Because I named her and and and... wait, okay? Yay!)
Lauren looked at Sarah. "I don't know her, sir, but I would love to
be a model!"
Sarah looked concerned. "Yeah, and why would they want me, of all
people."
"Well you see purple haired girls are popular. Red heads are only
two percent of the world while purple haired girls are point two
percent. You two would be famous in no time at all. Think about it.
People will want the magazines. They will pay you for interviews."
Extending his hand he smiled, "I am Richard, though you can call me
Ricky."
"It's not natural, purple hair I mean. Lauren." The teen said with
a smile.
Sarah waited a second, running that name through a burn of names
from the other agency. "Be right back, going to call my sister. She
takes care of me."
"Isabelle here. What's the problem."
"Is the name Ricky in the other agency's database?"
"Yes, why?"
"Shoot."
Sarah returned. "Sir, I'd be happy to model for your agency."
((Isabelle is a info broker, and therefore a hacker.))
Ricky smiled. She had given herself away as the spy. Lauren was the
target. Laughing a bit he nodded, "That is fine. Question, how old
are you two? I don't want to get in trouble with the law for hiring
minors."
(As a field agent he notices tiny details. He knows Agency One has
a spy, and seeing two purple haired girls at the same place despite
them being .2% of the population was weird. Her leaving a bit was
enough to tip him off.)
That plan didn't work. So plan two. "Alright, I will drive you to
the agency. I will introduce you to the models and show you
around."
Mira scribbled down some observations from some acid she was
working on, and finished off her coffee. She yawned and flipped a
penny into the acid, seeing how it would react to the copper. It
fizzed and consumed the penny. "Well, that's an improvement from
the last batch..." She mumbled, pleased, and jotted down what
happened.