"Oh shit..." With a wave of her hand Mia canceled the msg alert on her comm and draged it off the bedside table.
"mmm.. hmm... hmph. Alright girl, this should be easy enough" Rolling out of bed and stumbling into the kitchen, Mia fires off a reply
<Right on PB, you got anymore inof on this place. Im thinking a bit of flirt to subvert but i'll need some more info if we wanna stand half a chance. Find out who works there, maybe any sick intrests, prolly up the spy boys alley if he's got a second, and any over goss that may be handy, aight?>
And that should give me enough time for the a good ole shower and kaf...