250 slid the dossier back onto Boss' desk. "A stakeout? Seriously, what is this, Starsky and Hutch?"
"Can you imagine me in one of those tacky sweaters?" 300 shuddered, his face twisting into a grimace.
"Enough," snapped Boss, "Hassan is bringing in a squad of mercenaries from Kazakhstan. We think he's making a move against Gyldensted soon and we need to keep track of their movements. Traditional surveillance isn't going to be effective here."
She paced around to the the front of her desk and leaned against it, arms crossed. "Hassan has stayed under our radar for so long that he's had time to build up his defences unnoticed. His building is locked up tighter than Fort Knox and we can't get an undercover agent in to set any listening devices.”
“We're going to have to do this the old fashioned way. We have a car in the Section Q lot for you. Its been outfitted with directional microphones and a few other gadgets that Q thought you'd find useful. You'll get further briefi