Josie took a deep breath and checked herself.
          Hair.
          Check.
          Seductive red lipstick.
          Check.
          Helpless femme fatal routine.
          Check.
          Large amount of cleavage.
          Check, check and check.
          She looked pitifully over at Chip who was wincing with every third step.
          "Darling, at least try and look happy," she cooed.
          "I would be happy if those dumbasses hadn't crushed me," Chip spat.
          "So you got hurt…think of it as some sort of war wounds," Josie mused.
          "War wounds…I think my liver is broken," Chip retorted.
          "Just take the tape and be ready for the old switcheroo," Josie sighed and thrust the tape into Chips' hands.
          "The only thing I'm ready for is a wheelchair," Chip hissed and stalked off around the side of the building.
          Josie glided into the abc building, twirled slowly to look at the room and then pretended to be interested in several pictures on the wall.
          "Can I help you?" asked the security guard from his desk.
          "Oh hello…didn't notice you there," Josie beamed.
          "Thankyou ma'am," smiled the guard.
          "This is a lovely place isn't it?" she continued and padded over to his desk.
          "It certainly is," the guard perked and began rambling off a pile of facts.
          Josie tuned out and spotted Chip poking his head around one of the corridor entrances. The timing had to be just perfect to pull everything off, but first the guard had to be coaxed from his desk.
          "This place is amazing," Josie enthused, leaned forward deliberately to flash her cleavage, and then waltzed across the other side of the room.
          The receptionist, looking sickened, left the room carrying a pile of papers.
          Josie grinned and then pulled off a wonderful piece of acting.
          "My contact…MY CONTACT," she squealed.
          "Are you ok?" the guard asked, shooting to his feet.
          "I've lost my contact lens," Josie sobbed, fell to her knees and began crawling around the floor.
          "Let me help you ma'am," the guard offered, dashed over and began crawling around on his knees as well.
          Chip took a deep breath and then crept over to the security guard's desk, slipped the tape in and set it running.
          He noticed Josie looking over and gave her the thumbs up. Chip was so pumped he forgot where he was, tripped over the guard's swivel chair and tumbled to the ground.
          "What was that?" the guard gasped and turned to look back at his desk. Without thinking Josie reached out, grabbed him by the shirt and smiled sweetly. "My, aren't you a handsome man," she purred.
          "You're quite nice yourself," the guard replied coyly.
          Chip scurried to his feet, and limped his way back to the corridor.

          Several minutes later Josie and Chip were reunited outside.
          "You nearly had us caught," Josie hissed at Chip.
          "I think I dislocated my shin," Chip whined.
          "Good…I hope it bloody hurts," Josie snapped.
          "What happened to the whole Zen thing you had going on earlier," Chip retorted.
          "It died…I'm stuck having to go on a date with that moron guard," Josie screamed.
          Chip cracked up laughing, Josie huffed and stormed off back to the car.