Alright, so…going over the mission. The Italian Mafia is trading a cargo of enriched plutonium hidden in boxes of lasagna that are going to be … Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but can I take a picture of you? Of course! What was that? I got a bit famous after saving the world 7 times with the Vendettors. Right. That doesn’t help much with the whole secret spy thing, right? It depends on what kind of secret spy you are. In my case, I am the kind of secret spy that is on the cover of two magazines every month and has 12 million followers on instagram Wait … you posted on instagram that we were coming?! Why?! So we get free food from the restaurant, duh! If it’s a sponsored photo, you don’t pay for dinner But we’re not going to have dinner! We came for the mission! Of course I’m not going to have dinner! I was twenty the last time any nutrient hit my stom-ach and I regret it to this day Nowadays I only drink water and I pretend I’m eating for the photos I take. What people call a meal, I call a photoshoot. And what’s the point of this? The food part is just an excuse to promote this cute outfit, this wig, these glasses, these con-tact lenses, and the facial peeling I got done yesterday. Can we focus on the mission? The mobsters have already gone to the back of the restaurant. Okay, okay, let me just let my team know. They’re outside. This was supposed to be a secret mission! Do you really think no one is going to suspect if the Vendettors are waiting outside? No, no, you got it all wrong, the mission is just for us. The team is shooting this reality show I have. We’re not even supposed to look at them. Just pretend those 8 people are not there. But if you can smile while doing the mission, it would be great! That’s it. I don’t think it’s even worth it anymore. They probably already left by now. I doubt it… I recorded three stories showing where we were and there’s like two hundred people outside waiting for me already. Don’t worry, they’re not going anywhere. Secret mis-sion … saved once more!