"I found you something." Cake sighed.
Fionna brightened, putting down the break room coffee pot and turning to her sister. "Really? What is it?"
Cake paused for a minute, wondering if Fionna, a highly trained assassin, would take kindly to something so normal as... "A coffee shop."
"A coffee shop?" Fionna repeated incredulously.

Cake straightened. "Yeah, a coffee shop. We suspect the owner, a Ms. Penelope Rosser, to be using it as a front for some... shadier businesses. Come into my office, and I'll give you a briefing." Fionna followed her sister, who leaned against the door after closing it. "Alright, so at first it looked like Rosser was using the coffee shop as a front for drug smuggling, but recent reports suggest traces of potassium nitrate, sulfur, and charcoal around her shipments."

Fionna frowned. "Gunpowder?"
Cake smiled. Her sister may not be that good at math (who is, really? Besides, their high school math teacher was amazingly boring. It's a miracle either of them passed), but Fionna is still smart in other ways. Like when it comes to weapons.

"Exactly." Cake agreed. "However, we can't really arrest people for carrying gunpowder, and it might make her suspicious, but we need to send someone in to find out what she's up to."
"What about the police?" Fionna wonders.
Cake frowned at the floor, reminding herself that her baby sister had been through much worse. That didn't really make her feel better. "They've tried. Whenever they go in, they disappear about a week later and are soon found in the Shylock Port Bay."

Fionna blinked at Cake. "...out for a swim, right?"
Cake looked her sister in the eye, and there was a short silence.
"Oh."
Cake sighed. "Exactly. So be careful with this Penelope woman. I can give you a full profile on her later-- they're drawing up information on her as we speak."

"And you're giving this mission to me?" Fionna asked excitedly, bouncing a little in place.
Cake nodded. "You can pull yourself out of a fight if it comes to that, and you've got a good head on your shoulders."
"I can't wait, we're going to defeat the forces of evil..."

Cake smiles sadly again, remembering the little blonde girl with the wooden sword vigorously attacking the stuffed animals. Fionna was always doing this to 'fight evil'.
"Oh, is... the CIA going to be there?" Fionna asked, interrupting Cake's train of thought.
"No, I don't think so. It shouldn't be a global incident."

Fionna nodded, and Cake sighed, hugging her sister. "He didn't deserve you."
"I'm not hung up on him!" Fionna protested. "Gumball and I are just friends."
Yeah, because she'd fallen in love with... Cake wished for about the twentieth time that week (a new record, given that it was only Tuesday) that she had never introduced them. Letting her sister fall in love with people who didn't return it was better than what had happened.

Fionna hugged her back. "Hey, are you thinking about him again?"
Cake finally stepped back, poking her sister's cheek. "When you address him by his name --his real name-- I'll know that your heart is completely healed, and I will stop feeling guilty."
Fionna laughed. "I'm fine, seriously."
Cake poked her sister again. "I'll believe your obvious lie."

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"Have you found anything?" Marshall grinned, sitting backwards in the chair in front of Gumball's desk.
Gumball didn't look up. "No. The Cold War ended, and its generally frowned upon to spy on our allies, and I'm not sure if I can trust you with anything like that anyway, so let me deal with this while you go flirt with some barmaid."

"Whatcha working on?"
"I have to find someone to go undercover in this coffee shop."
"On American soil?"
Gumball nodded.

"Then let the FBI handle it."
"There's connections to North Korea --where I also refuse to send you-- so we need to check it out."
Marshall rolled his eyes. "I can make coffee."

Gumball snorted, and Marshall looked offended. "What?"
"Road tar is not coffee." Gumball argued.
"Hey, I drink it strong."
"Coffee tastes awful even without you taking it strong enough to taste like dirt."

Marshall raised an eyebrow. "What, like your weak leaf water is any better? It's like eating grass, Gumbutt. Now, maybe I can't make coffee to your impossible standards, but you hate coffee anyway."
Gumball rolled his eyes. "I'm not sending a honeypot into this, no matter how much you insult tea in favor of your nasty sludge. You wouldn't get the job anyway-- no normal human would drink your coffee willingly."

"Come on. You won't have to use a more valuable agent."
"You're valuable." Gumball pointed out, irked. "Just without field-testing for this possibly dangerous mission."
"Oh, I'm so scared of burning myself on the coffee."
"This is serious. That's why we're getting involved. If you can't be serious about this, I'll send someone else."

"No, no, I'll take down the evil coffee shop." Marshall said hurriedly.
Gumball shot him a long look, before nodding. "Fine. It saves me trouble and if you die I can send a better agent."
Marshall stuck out his tongue. "I'm not going to die. How would I?"

"Well, you certainly won't be boiled in coffee. You'd just absorb it." Gumball muttered. "I'm fairly certain that you don't sleep, you just walk around in a caffeinated haze all the time, ultimately becoming king of the undead."
Marshall blinked at him. "How long have you been thinking about this scenario?"

Gumball waved him off. "That's not important. But if you do somehow manage to get yourself killed, I will play old songs that you hate and find boring at your funeral."
"Why make the mourners suffer even more? I'm already gone, that's enough to make them cry properly at my funeral without your lame-butt music." Marshall scoffed.

"Oh, it's alright. Not everyone in attendance has terrible taste in music like you." Gumball countered.
A smile flitted across Marshall's face before he took the file off of Gumball's desk and headed out of the door. "I'll be out there as soon as I can."
"Good luck." Gumball called after him.