Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

“What are you doing?” Pen asked. Scotch walked around the room pulling dark colored clothes out of the closet and a pair of cheap, dark sneakers out of a shoe box sitting inside. Pen immediately recognized the ensemble. “Mission clothes?” Scotch ignored the question and disappeared into the bathroom returning a few minutes later. “Our friends outside are looking for a man in gray dress pants and a matching coat, a white dress shirt and dark oxfords. My features are not remarkable. I look like at least five other men who live in this building. I’ll be using a different exit and wearing different clothes in case I run into one of them while they’re taking a smoke break. If you get a text on the phone from me that looks like a green light I need you to pull up Jeremy 5J out of Contacts and send him a text. Tell him that his dog has gotten out of the building again. It went out the front door.” Pen looked at Scotch. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “The text means

“What would you suggest?” Pen asked. “A kiss?” “That would be an appropriate option.” Scotch agreed as he removed keys from the pocket of his jacket. Pen did not respond for several moments. Scotch jiggled his keys. “Are you afraid that you’re going to lose your audience?” Pen asked. She looked at the black SUV that had parked two doors down. “Whomever is in the SUV does not look like they are in a hurry to go.” Scotch’s keys jiggled again. “Very well.” Pen leaned in close as if to kiss Scotch and turned her head. She smiled, gave him peck on the cheek, and relieved the spy of his keys. Pen blocked the view from the SUV with her body while Scotch entered the security code on the building’s keypad. Pen entered the building with Scotch close behind. Both waited for the elevator door to close before they continued their conversation. “That was a smooth trick you pulled outside.” “I did what you asked.” “A peck on the cheek?” “A gesture showing our new friends that I