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Agent X’s admiring look stopped Agent V in her tracks.

“Oh, Agent X,” she simpered, uncharacteristically, with a sly glance at the groin she had moments ago headbutted. There was no denying her head had met with something substantial and hard. Without thinking, she rubbed her head, and then blushed.

“The wooden top hides the propeller ,
I only said it was a local tradition because those suspicious looking tourists were within earshot.”

“Hides the propeller?” asked Agent V.

“Shhh! Help me carry this mangled bike back to my digs and I’ll explain,” he replied. And then he winked. “We might even have time for a quickie, if you’re up for it.”