Risky Shot by Kathleen Brooks

like she was a conqueror. The only noise being the soles of her feet hitting the pavement. A basketball court frequented by the younger executives during lunch was a block down the street from GTH. She opened the gate and went in. She could watch from her position, but she wouldn’t be able to hear anything.
    An hour later, she was sweaty and tired of playing basketball by herself. She had to leave her bag in the car since she was hoping to pass as a man. She slumped and slid down the chain link fence to rest. She opened her notebook and started to doodle. Traffic had picked up and she kept her eyes glued to the parking garage entrance as she doodled. A black Crown Victoria pulled up and parked in front of the building. A short man in his early thirties got out and reached back into the car. When he stood up, she watched him clip a gun to his hip and put on a navy blue windbreaker with FBI across the back.
    She had to suppress a laugh as she watched him check himself out in the car’s window reflection. What a peacock. He seemed much more impressed with himself that anything else going on around him. He would be the weak link. If someone was so focused on how important they were, then they tended not to pay attention to anything they considered beneath them.
    As soon as he deemed himself presentable, the FBI agent went straight into the front of the fancy glass building flashing his badge at the front desk security. This time, Dani did laugh out loud as she gathered her things and headed to get her car.
     
    “Crap. Where is it?” Dani rummaged around her makeup kit looking for her smut gear as she liked to call it. “Ah-ha!” She pulled out long dangly earrings along with some bright pink eye shadow. She put on the earrings and applied heavy makeup. The more she caked it on, the more she looked like someone else. She turned around in her seat and dug around for the costume bag she remembered to pack. She silently thanked God for all the Halloween parties she went to. She felt around and came out with a blonde Farrah Fawcett wig. Still turned around in the car and pulled out a suit coat and some heels. Dani struggled to take off her Uggs and put on some heels. She stripped off her sweatshirt and put on the suit coat. It wrapped around her waist and tied at the side, letting her wear it without a shirt underneath. Her lace bra would be visible if she moved certain ways, which was exactly what she wanted.
    As she put on her wig the FBI agent walked back out of the GTH building and got into his car. She put down her mascara and turned her car on. She followed him into the section of town that hosted the courthouse along with various governmental branch offices. He pulled into a garage across the street from the FBI building and walked into the office.
    Dani gave him a minute and then got out of the car and hurried toward the building. On the inside she was shaking, but on the outside she portrayed a rushed assistant. “Just breathe, just breathe” she kept repeating until she got to the front door. Ripping open the door, she rushed to the man at the information/security desk.
    Here we go! Putting a hand on her heaving chest she smiled and in her best Jersey accent said, “Oh my god! I was supposed to get that agent’s name for my boss and I forgot it! Can you believe that? He told me and then it just went right out of my head. My boss wants to call him and,” she paused to take a deep breath, “this is just so embarrassing, but I misplaced the card he gave me.” She leaned over the tall desk and didn’t try to close her jacket when her breasts started playing peek-a-boo with the guard.
    She smiled sweetly when his eyes moved to her breasts and froze. “Um,” the guard cleared his throat and finally brought his eyes up to her face. She batted her lashes and the guard continued, “You don’t remember any part of his name?”
    Running her tongue nervously over her lips she waited until he was distracted again.