Don’t Worry, Keep your pants on

“What do we do now?” asked Jeffries, looking back up at Biggs . Jeffries had been Biggs’ handler for a wide variety of missions over the past years and constantly found himself asking that question.
Biggs paused for a moment, then kneeled over to begin searching the unconscious body. He rifled through the man’s pockets, which lacked all ID and his jacket, looking for more hidden pocket. Unsatisfied, he looked at the man’s face for a moment, then pushed back a lock of hair, revealing a listening device. Quickly, he crunched the tiny bug and tossed it in the trash.
“Well, we can now assume that whoever sent this man has been listening in, which puts us in a world of jeopardy. They’re probably coming right now in force, now that subterfuge has failed them, and we’re stuck in a tower. Any ideas?” he finished, taking a glance over at Jeffries for the first time.
“You’re the agent; what am I supposed to know?” he responded, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“True. What we need is another way out. We can’t rely on American security, for we all know how good that is…” he scrunched his face up for a moment, then began cleaning up the mens’ room, tossing the body into a stall and closing the door. “Our best hope is disguise. Jeffries, please wait here a moment while I go acquire us some souvenirs.”
Jeffries stood in the mens’ room patiently, contemplating their current situation. He had seen Biggs get them out of tougher situations, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. In a moment, Biggs was back with two t-shirts. He began removing his blazer, shirt, pants, and socks, gesturing for Jeffries to do the same. Slipping on the t-shirt, he looked back in the mirror while Jeffries struggled with the last of his attire.
“I hope the ‘shoeless and boxers’ look is still ‘in’ in the US. Let’s go.”
“Wait, what do I do with my wallet and everything?” asked Jeffries before they could leave.
“Why in the world would you carry that around? Please tell me you never carry around real identification on you. Not after all these years,” he said with a sigh, turning around to look at the slightly embarressed man. “Well, no harm. Take you wallet and throw it under one of the toilets and pray for the honesty of the next man who sees it.

(yes, short, meaningless, but a good way to get back into it. Hopefully, I’ll be writing more soon)