Clunk! White's heavy briefcase hit the ground. He sighed. Another long day of fighting and secret file stealing… This time it had been he who had lost. He growled. The boss is gonna kill me fer' losing the files… He'd been losing an awful lot recently. He rubbed his temples. Dammit, now I have a freaking headache… He walked to the medicine cabinet in his bathroom, and opened it. Lemme see…Tylenol, Advil….anything? He slammed the door shut in failure. "Friiiiiicck!" He punched the wall on the way out. "Why can't I beat that stupid spy, just once?" He hissed. "Great, now you're talkin' to yerself…" He pulled out the one file he hadn't lost. The file on the Black Embassy. He opened it with curiosity. He knew he'd get in big trouble if the White Embassy found out he was reading secret files, but he felt he had a right to see them. He blinked, squinting at the tiny print.
FILE ON BLACK SPY, OPERATIVE #28937:
THIS IS ONE OF THE EMBASSIE'S MOST HIGHLY TRAINED KNOWN LIVING RELATIVES ARE A YOUNG DAUGHTER.
White went wide-eyed, the imaginary light bulb in his head turning on. A daughter, eh? He fished around in the file for some info on where she lived. THIS IS PERFECT! All I have to do is kidnap her, hold her hostage and… He grinned at his own diabolical thoughts. Like a moth to a flame…