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"It was rather a good turn that Jeff was able to get me fitted in," Penelope said.
She and Parker were sitting in the waiting room of the Crane Dental Surgery. Jeff had gotten Penelope a slot that had been cancelled just before he had rung the practice.
"Yus, milady, very convenient."
Penelope was every inch the elegant lady, though she refrained from opening her mouth or smiling unless speech was necessary. A blonde girl was sitting behind the reception desk, twirling her hair between her fingers, and chewing gum loudly, with her mouth wide open. How rude, Penelope thought. She watched as the girl picked up the telephone as soon as it rang, still chewing.
"Okay, I'll send her in."
The girl put the phone down, and stood to lean over the desk.
"Ms Creighton-Ward? Go ahead to surgery one, Ms Fernandez will see you now."
Penelope smiled demurely at the girl, vaguely wondering if any of her manners would rub off on a woman who so desperately needed them. I have never been called 'Ms' in my life...
"Milady?" Parker asked, holding out a small, sealed cup.
"Oh, thank you Parker."
She accepted the cup that she knew contained her broken tooth, and walked through to the appropriate room, knocking before she entered.
"Hello, Lady Penelope. How nice to meet you again, although in unfortunate circumstances. However in saying that, the circumstances in which we first met were not pleasant. I believe you held a gun in my face."
It took Penny a few moments to connect a name with the face of the small woman in dental scrubs standing before the recliner chair, but she did.
"Ms Toulouse," she said. "Or rather, Ms Fernandez."
The two women stood watching each other for several moments. Penelope was going through past events in her mind. She imagined Izarra Fernandez was doing the same.
***
Penelope's face was cold and steely as she stood with one arm outstretched, holding out her compact, semi-automatic pistol. Her long coat and her hair were swept about on the strong winds as she stood outside a large, dark warehouse at the side of the Thames.
"Put down your weapon," the other woman said, holding up her hands. "I believe we are working towards the same end."
"I think not," Penelope replied, still holding the gun steady. "I believe you are just who I am looking for."
"My name is Izarra Toulouse, Centro Nacional de Inteligencia. I too am investigating the MacMillian drug ring -- we believe they have been transporting cocaine from their base here to locations in mainland Europe -- including my own Spain."
"And what if I don't believe you?" Penelope asked.
"Then you will shoot an innocent person who could have helped you. But you won't shoot me. You know that you will not. I have my identification with me; I can show you."
"Don't move," Penelope said as Izarra moved her hand towards her pocket. "I believe you are armed."
"You are right. Let me unarm myself then, and I will show you that I am legitimate."
"Put down your weapon." Penelope said.
Izarra acquiesced; she set a gun down that Penelope recognised as a .44 Magnum Colt, as well as two small, gleaming daggers.
"I will take off my coat, and you may search me," Izarra said. "I am not your enemy."
Penelope moved closer, unafraid, but still holding her gun. She placed the barrel to Izarra's temple as she performed a frisk with one hand; the woman was clean.
"All right. Your identification," she said, moving backwards.
Izarra reached into one of the pockets of her trousers, and produced the appropriate document, throwing it across to Penelope. In her work in MI6, Penelope knew of the seals and codes of the other world-wide intelligence agencies. It was legitimate. She lowered her gun.
***
"I was glad to hear that MI6 were successful in catching the criminals," Izarra said.
"As was I. By that time I had left the organisation."
Izarra chuckled, and Penelope pinned her with a look.
"Do you not find this humorous? You and I, once spies, now meeting in such benign circumstances? It is strange."
"Yes, I suppose it is."
"Now, how may I help you? Mr Tracy told me you had broken one of your teeth."
"Yes, in a rather untimely accident. I am modelling in two days' time; I rather need it back."
"Let me see."
Penelope gave the container full of milk that the fragment of her tooth was floating in, and Izarra nodded her head.
"Ah. It is a clean break; I'll be able to lazer it together in no time, and it will not look any different. Please, take a seat."
She gestured to the reclining dental chair, and Penelope lay back on it gracefully. I shall have to tell Jeff of this discovery. This woman has quite the reputation.
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