Pssst! Extra Livestreams! The Spy Who Quacked Me (Patreon)

Scene: A serene duck pond in the midst of a lush, secluded park. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the water. Orchid, an elegant woman in her 20s with a sharp English accent, approaches the pond, wearing a trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat. She looks around cautiously before taking a seat on a bench. Moments later, a man, known as Mr. Mallard, arrives and sits at the other end of the bench.

Orchid: (whispering) “The mallards fly south for winter, don’t they?”

Mr. Mallard: (smirking) “Only when the north wind quacks.”

(They both exchange knowing glances, confirming each other’s identity.)

Orchid: (leaning closer, speaking quickly and quietly) “Listen carefully, I haven’t much time. We’ve arranged three additional livestreams for the patrons. It’s of utmost importance that this information stays covert.”

Mr. Mallard: (nodding, eager) “Go on, I’m all ears.”

Orchid: (checking her surroundings) “The first one, codenamed ‘Quack in the Shadows,’ is set for the 3rd of November. The second, ‘Duck and Cover,’ will be on the 6th. And the last, ‘Feathers of Fortune,’ is scheduled for the 10th. All of them at 20:00 GMT. Make sure the assets are informed, but discreetly. We don’t want this information falling into the wrong hands.”

(Suddenly, a flock of ducks on the pond starts quacking loudly and erratically. They begin to swarm toward Orchid and Mr. Mallard.)

Orchid: (flustered, panicking) “Damn it, it’s a trap! They've sent the ducks! We’ve been compromised!”

Mr. Mallard: (standing up, trying to shoo the ducks away) “Get back! Get back, you feathered fiends!”

(The ducks continue to cause chaos, flapping their wings and quacking loudly. Orchid manages to stand up, her composure now completely shattered.)

Orchid: (yelling over the noise) “Remember the livestreams, Mr. Mallard! And watch your back! These ducks play dirty!”

(With that, Orchid makes a hasty retreat, leaving Mr. Mallard to deal with the attacking ducks. As she disappears from sight, the ducks suddenly stop their assault and return to the pond, as if nothing happened. Mr. Mallard, now alone, straightens his coat and leaves the scene, looking back one last time at the seemingly peaceful pond.)

(Cut to black.)