The Ploy

IRID

Right, work to do, bad guys to beat up, case to recover.

"Hey, Jill, just focus and listen to what I'm about to ask, okay?" I say to the energetic woman in front of me.

"So am I part of the team now? Do I get my own gear? I mean, I found you, you can't just let me be," she says excitedly.

Uh? Wow, she really is into this. Something tells me she's into spy movies. 

"Okay, yeah, you're in the team now. So tell me, what did you call this man?" I ask again, pointing to the man below me.

"Oh my! I'm a spy!" Jill exclaims, jumping up and down.

"Yeah yeah. Jill, focus!" I say this time, holding her by the shoulders.

"Right, right, sorry. Just, life dream of mine. Spy, me. Makers!" she says.

"Jill," I say again, shaking her a little.

"Okay, okay, I'm good now. Ask me anything. I'll do anything to help."

"Good. This man," I point to the unconscious man. "What did you call him?"