AGENT OF THE MONTH: PIXIE
Introducing... AGENT PIXIE, our October agent of the month.
Computer Hacker, Blonde Bombshell™, Intel Specialist. Broke the Internet... literally.
She sips a coffee. She zips her boot. She’s off.
In an Escalade, she whales the aria from the third act of Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde. Her blonde hair flows through the night air. It’s a good night. She valets her vehicle and proceeds into the dirty nightlife.
Her plaid attire fades into the darkness. Through a cloud of smoke and a particularly handsy “security guard,” she was in.
Music is blaring. She engages her earpiece, synchronized to pre-placed microphones installed by her associate at the velvet rope. Waiting for the information she came for, the beat goes on.
And finally, the magic phrase.
She got what she needed: the next target. She passes on the intel to her field agent and she’s out. Her mission is complete.
In this one-of-a-kind jacket by Ron Kibble, Pixie slips into the familiar night for another reconnaissance mission. The hand painted design features a face adorned on its front; sheer power in its eyes mimics that of our sleuth.
Pinpointing the source at this concert is hard but — she’s the best. Slipping through the people, she’s got the girl. She tries to escape.
She slams the undercover agent into the bar and whispers into her ear...
Pixie pulls out an upload cord from one of the many pockets on her plaid pants and sends the confession to HQ.
Back at the club, confessor is found dead in the bathroom. Apparently, the poor man’s blazer exploded right at the back of the neck.
No leads at this time. Pity.