The Secret of Hortense

Two years of clandestine intal gathering. It's time to wrap up this assignment, submit his disappointing report to h q and return home to his own charging pad. When he thinks of his maculate home in the gama sector, so much cleaner and well appointed than this hovel, an unbidden vision flitters through his synaptic wiring. Tony sends a gentle jolt of electricity through his neral net to banish the absurd imagery. He attempts to reason with hortense, it's too dangerous out there. Her eyes narrow into slits, and as usual, that look defeats him. Ok, yes, i admit i am leaving, and i am sorry i didn't tell