Then I scowled, growled at myself in the mirror and began to remove the disguise as carefully as I had assumed it. Get the Communications Officer in here at once, I shouted at the intercom. He wasnt at his usual post, which was optimistic; at least he was making the rounds and keeping an eye on things. Right at that moment my mind began ticking over plans for making the most of the situation. The tailor was saved for last. Rich black smoke boiled from its chimney. First, a little misdirection. I had no real idea of what I would do with her when I found her.