Agent O'Hare and the Postal Postman by Lady-Distracto, literature
Literature
Agent O'Hare and the Postal Postman
Leticia latched onto the rim of the chute and swung in, gently. She slid down the smooth metallic surface, slowing herself with her gloved hands on the sides until she eventually crawled to a halt, above the end of the chute. Using her legs to prop herself in mid-air. The latex skin of her catsuit squeaked, slightly, as struggled to hold her place, and she wondered if perhaps it was really the best material for espionage. Durable, strong, sleek, certainly, but-
Well, anyway. A question for another time, she decided, and lifted one hand to her ear, switching on her comms.
“In position, Agent O'Hare.” Leticia whispered, carefully,