“So, the agent had to infiltrate the enemy base…”

“Capital,” Jaycee said. “The agent had to infiltrate the enemy capital.”

“Right, their capital, which was also their main base. So she snuck onto a train going there…”

“A plane. She snuck on a plane,” insisted Jaycee.

“Who’s telling this story?” Brenda sighed. “You or me?”

“I know you’re telling it, but you have to tell it right,” Jaycee pouted. “If you say the agent was on a train when she was really on a plane, then it’s all ruined.”

Brenda rolled her eyes. She looked over at the agent, all dolled up in black for infiltration. “Did you really sneak on a plane?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” the agent nodded. “It’s faster.”