Time Turner
. . . fiction by Odyssea
. . .Cow Shit. . .
Sydney Bristow wanted to be the best agent SD-6 had ever seen. Since her first day at the agency, she had pushed to have the toughest cases, the most dangerous cases, the cases that required every bit of cunning and skill that she possessed.
What she hadn't thought of was cow shit.
Cow shit smelled bad and felt worse, especially when you tripped and fell into it. Add to that the overwhelming smell of cows, dirty hay, and sweaty Ukranian milkmaids, and Sydney felt like she was in the one of the circles of hell. Yet a source had told Sloane that a new weapon targeting system had been developed in a secret lab nearby.
So Sydney had to inflitrate the dairy facility that helped serve as a front for the weapons lab, which intailed disguising herself as a milkmaid and convincing the manager - in perfect Ukranian, no less - to hire her as a new milkmaid. Sydney attempted to make herself invisible in amongst the other women.
Until she tripped, her wellingtons slipping in a slick pile of cow shit.
Everyone laughed at the new girl, who was now covered in the smelly brown crap. Sydney mentally cursed herself, as she had drawn unnecessary attention to herself - a dangerous risk in her line of work. She didn't need to worry about the other girls, though, who quickly forgot about the accident and settled into their work.
Ten minutes later, Sydney was spreadeagled across the concrete ceiling of the weapons lab, holding her breath as a guard passed below her. He hadn't noticed anything strange, so Sydney figured she was home free. That was until the guard got a strange expression on his face, his nose working furiously, as he looked up at her.
Well, Sydney thought, time to go to work.
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