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Day 1 of Filming Three rapid knocks on the door of Jill’s room caught the aspiring model of guard as she was getting dressed. “We’re on in three minutes Miss Suzuki.” “Give me a sec, Phill” Jill hollered as she finally finished putting the very uncomfortable white, blue, and black bikini that the costuming department provided for her. It was at once too baggy, and yet too snug. She had just given up on trying to adjust it and proceeded to put on her old orange halter top, denim shorts and rough up sandals. After a quick look in the mirror to make sure that she looked suitably humble Jill left her room and joined the beleaguered photographer. “Come on,” Phillip Cooper exclaimed, “She’s waiting.” The 25-year-old ingénue followed Phill to the large private helicopter that sat on the rooftop landing pad of Metamorphic Modeling LTD. The door to the vehicle swung open and sitting in one of the four passenger seats was a Hispanic woman who despite pushing 50 still

“I'm so sorry Jayne.” “It's okay Max,” she answered, “There was no other way.” “No,” Max sighed, “there was, but I was too thick headed to see it.” Max Power, the all-American super-spy suddenly had a sense of shame? Jayne Little wasn't prepared for this change in attitude. Max had never met a bad innuendo that he didn't like, but there was also a confident and honorable side to him. Now he sat in the bound to a chair in the right hand corner of the lab looking like an elementary school student in a time out. Jayne wasn't fairing much better. The young buxom brunet was strapped to a table that was at a 145-degree angle facing the business end of end invention she considered to be her pride and joy. A large machine that looked like a cross between a cannon and syringe. She called it the Atomic Molecular Rescaler.” “There's no use wallowing in regret, Max,” said Jayne. “I know, I just wish I had something my sleeve to get out of this.” “The CIA isn't big on fancy gadgets, I