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The agents led by Agent Haspel came running to the main lobby only
to find their Director and Agent Carter lying on the floor, giggling
away.

“Director Kennard, are you ok?’ Agent Haspel asked with concern, he bent over to help her sit up.

“Hehe..yes, I’m ok.” Tina answered, the effects of the laughing gas was wearing off.

“Where are Milky and her gang?” Agent Haspel asked.

“They got away, I need you to search the grounds. They could still
be nearby and where is Agent Fairbanks?” Tina said, looking around.

“She’s on the way to the hospital, she was shot but it looks like
she’ll survive. It’s strange, we got an anonymous call telling us where
to find her.” Agent Haspel reported.

“Oh thank god, I was afraid Milky might have capture her. What are
you guys still standing here for? Get moving and someone please get
that bumbling fool away from me!” Tina said, pointing at Tonya. She
reached into her pocket hoping to find her Kit Kat, instead she found a
note that reads, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes
on. I know not how to express my feelings except with this,“Blazes, oh
blazes, your face shines like an aluminum foil in the sun and makes my
heart feels lighter than momma’s pancakes.” Till we meet again, Bette.”

Tina let out a little laugh and felt her cheeks burning up. She
thought about the tall brunette who helped her get out of the building
only to disappear into the night, she certainly wouldn’t mind seeing
her again.

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“Thank you, no, that will be all.” Alice hung her mobile and let
out a sigh of relief. She called the hospital to check if Dana had been
sent there. She tipped off the CIA earlier, telling them Dana’s
whereabouts. A sudden urge to see Dana attacked her and she considered
the possibility of sneaking into the hospital, just to see for herself
that she’s alright.

Alice was jarred from her thoughts by the sight of Shane pushing two mountain bikes down the street.

“Boss, I found us our ride.” Shane said happily,

Alice stared hard at the bikes, a look of horror slowly forming on
her face, She stammered, “Ok, here’s the thing. I..I..I don’t know how
to ride a bike.”

“Boss, you’re kidding right?” Shane asked in disbelieve. How is it
possible that the woman who broke into the most secured museum in the
world do not know how to ride a bicycle?

“No, I’m not.” Alice said, trying to keep a cool front.

“Woah, that’s.. that’s just…no way man!” Shane burst out
laughing, keeping her finger pointed at Alice and shifting her vision
back and forth between Alice and the bike.

“Hey! That’s not funny! Stop it! Stop laughing!” Alice demanded, her face as red as a tomato.

“Ok, ok, ok, I’m sorry..I’m sorry” Shane composed herself and stood
up straight. “Wait here, Boss. I know what to do!’ She went running off
again.

Within minutes, she re-appeared with a pink bicycle that comes
completed with rainbow tassels, a Powerpuff Girls basket and a little
bell with ribbons on top. ‘You can use this Boss. Look, it has training
wheels on so you wouldn’t fall.”

“Shane Bertha McCutcheon , you do not seriously believe that I’m
gonna get on..”Alice began but was cut off by the sound of police
sirens. She paused for a minute, conflict clearly written all over her.
Without a word, she got on the pink bicycle and turn to Shane,”No one,
I mean NO ONE hears about this. Is that clear Shane? Or else I’m gonna
chop up that gerbil of yours and feed it to Bette’s bird.”

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Agent Haspel crept up behind the tree and leaned over to peep at
the small built woman dressed in black standing by the car. He was
responding to a eye witness who reported seeing a woman bearing a
similarity to Jenny “The Baker” Schecter on this street.

Agent Haspel walked towards her carefully with his gun drawn. ”
“Don’t move, CIA!” Getting no response, he called out again. “Turn
around..Now!”

Slowly the figure turned to reveal a beautiful pixie like face.
Agent Haspel kept his gun steady and said, ‘Please put down your gun,
the cinnamon roll and..um..the breadmaker.” At this, the woman shot Tim
a glare terrified him to the very depth of his soul.

In icy cold voice, The Baker said, “Nobody touches my b-r-e-a-d-m-a-k-e-r.”

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