She was the smallest saddest little girl in the world.
She wanted to live a new life.
The CIA, important officials, her family, the father of her child, everyone had abused
her, tricked her, betrayed her.
They had killed her friends, assassinated everyone she knew.
The saddest, smallest little girl in the world?
That was her code name, stupid jerk.
She is small and silent, and even more sad.
She'll ruin everything.
What should be done in the name of equality?
What wouldn't she do for her equity?
Madam.
You've done your military service, haven't you?
You know explosives?
You know, nuclear power plants are a threat to future generations.
If we could show how fragile they are, it would make our politicians think twice.
In times of crisis, I'm offering you $500,000 to provoke a small incident, and a babysit
for your kid.
Operation Geronimo does a ring of bell, nothing but the male elite, and only one woman.
She kills the bastards.
If you hire the smallest saddest little girl in the world for a mission, be careful.
Otherwise, you'll know not to pull the wool over the eyes of a CIA agent on maternity
leave.
Everyone better large enough to rule New York.
