A Mile Wide

She took the classifieds newspaper off the rack barely glancing at it, scribbling an exfil request.
It was the right thing.
Her pen stopped as her subconsciousness deciphered one of the ads.
Na-Ailleag. Package inbound. Confirm. Secure.
She ran to the bathroom and retched, then flushed the request.
Getting out wasn't an option anymore.
"Well, fuck me..." she splashed water on her face.
"Actually, Sarmad must... if you want to keep our cover," her doppelganger shrugged at her from the mirror.
The good girl stayed locked in glass as she retouched her make-up and walked out with a new plan.