13.3.10

To Daphne 2

TSUDPM.
What could it possibly mean? Mudsteps? Smut dp? Think southwards, upper deck in Pall Mall? The South Union’s Deputy Prime Minister? No. It all didn’t make sense.

Toothbrush skims ulcer. Don’t push me.

Johnny called in his two assistants.

Agent Yen. Gorgeous as she was, no guy dared approached her. She was well-known for her deadly arm-lock, which two of the early organization members tasted, much to their dismay.
And of course, Agent Weng. An Asian who had a quirky behaviour, and muscles of an elephant. He once took down 44 men of his own size, at the same time, while eating a coney dog.

“Weng and Yen, it’s up to you. Go retrieve the body of Agent M and find out what lies behind the mysterious final words of him. Now go and...” And they disappeared.