Can you see me?

Sergio,
I can only hope that you get this message before ordering your second drink tonight... (still the usual Zubrowska on the rocks or are you back to Scotch?) I finished my mission, but not without a little problem.

I was in the bookstore as arranged. As specified, I was heading towards the 'S' section of the books arranged alphabetically by author, preparing to pull the copy of David Sedaris's new book 'When You Are Engulfed in Flames' off the shelf. My contact was to be in the opposite aisle do the same with a copy of: The DaVinci Code
But as I approached I saw another woman in a green dress reaching for the Sedaris book. My contact in the other aisle mistook her for me (which pisses me off, because the dress was so wrong and she wore it like a hobo) ... but he saw a woman and he saw green and so, as arranged, said: "I see you enjoy mindless reading." The woman answered: "Yeah, like you have something better to do." (which unfortunately was the correct specified response for our transaction). The contact then passed her the envelope with the mini hard drive, which she misunderstood as him giving her his phone number.

She tossed the paper aside exclaiming "you wish". At that moment I saw Marco step into the aisle. I had to move fast. I lept forward while pulling a hardcopy of: 'What's Wrong with You? Get a Life' (a new self help book written by Tony Robbins after a particularly heavy tour schedule.)off the shelf and dealt the woman a solid blow to the left temporal region. Not enough to kill her, just enough to erase all memory of the event, and to screw up her langauge center so she would never be able to speak of what was about to happen. (undoubtedly sentencing her to a life of frustration and maddness). I held my gaze on Marco the entire time and as he reached for the envelope I spun and impaled him with my stilleto heels. I am not sure if he is dead, but I do know he is bleeding and landed with his face in the other woman's breasts. Between the abdominal wound, the chance of suffocation and the confused wrath of that bitch if she wakes up, I am sure that I at least have a good head start to deliver the hard drive to the Agency and then 'disappear' for a while.

Sergio, I hope you are not still daydreaming about me in that green dress... We all need you to be sharp. but mostly right now I need you to notice that I am in the front of the bar where you sit, in a new disguise... curly 'blonde' hair with 4 inches of black roots, 50 pounds overweight, blue polyester jogging suit... yeah, that's me ordering a Michelob Light. Sergio, you are the only one that I hope will see through this disguise. I can't risk moving any closer right now... Marco's men may be watching you, and besides, MY people are watching you and they are told to kill you if they ever see you leave with another woman.... now you know... the ugly truth of this femme fatale....I can't risk contacting them to let them know it is me....

Recognize me, dammit... Come away with me. I must leave NOW... I need you. I want you. Please man, check your messages on that new damn phone you just bought... you will see this email... Why do you just sit there with that grin on your face?