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]]>Singapore: a city of sleek skyscrapers, pristine streets, and world-famous chili crabs. Max Mercer—known to a growing number of confused international agencies as The Misfire—was just trying to enjoy a vacation. Well, a vacation funded by his rapidly-dwindling travel rewards points and a mysterious first-class ticket he definitely didn’t purchase.
“I thought I booked a layover in Des Moines,” he mumbled to no one in particular as the Changi Airport welcomed him with robotic greeters and free Wi-Fi.
Max’s plan (if you could call it that) was simple: find food, avoid international incidents, and possibly locate a decent laundromat that wouldn’t explode. But the universe had other ideas.
It started with lunch.
Max sat down at a bustling hawker stall and ordered Singapore’s signature dish: chili crab. What arrived was a glorious mess of sauce, shell, and spice. What he didn’t know was that his table had been reserved—by the Pan-Asian Espionage Summit… and he had just taken the reserved seat of Agent Frostbite, North Korea’s most elusive undercover culinary operative.
Before he could finish licking crab sauce off his thumb, a waiter dropped a small metal case on his table with a nod. Max, thinking it was a wet napkin dispenser, opened it. Inside: encrypted launch codes, a USB stick labeled “Do Not Plug Into Anything”, and a stick of gum.
Naturally, Max plugged it into his phone.
The lights flickered. Somewhere in the distance, drones launched.
Max was chased through a shopping mall by at least four people in black suits, two women with clipboards, and one oddly aggressive barista. His escape route included:
As fate would have it, the nearest hiding spot was a press event for the hottest new K-pop band: 7EVEN SYNC. Mistaken for their new “international wildcard member,” Max was handed an in-ear mic, glitter jacket, and pushed onstage.
Max had no idea what he was doing. But in a twist of fate (or muscle memory from a long-forgotten college Zumba class), he managed to keep up with the choreography. Mostly. At one point, his shoe flew off and hit an overhead drone, causing it to spiral into a government security hub—just as Agent Frostbite tried to escape with the stolen launch codes.
Boom. Mission failure for the spies. Mission accomplished for Max.
By the end of the night:
As he stood outside the Marina Bay Sands, still wearing eyeliner and glitter boots, Max muttered:
“Totally part of the plan. Yep. That plan.”
Need to reach us? Slip us a note under the chili crab plate or send a message the old-fashioned way—just don’t plug anything labeled “Do Not Plug Into Anything” into your phone.
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