"Babu tucked himself away into the rolling luggage, settling himself as comfortably as he could amongst the shirts and pants that cushioned his body. Traveling in this way made him feel like a stowaway, but Babu's job as a spy for the C.I.A. (Cat Intelligence Agency) often sent him to far off places. This time it was Boston. Babu thought about the budget cuts that forced him to hide inside the luggage rather than flying in true comfort inside his Carrier, but the C.I.A. was hurting in this economy and his job still needed to be done. There were, of course, much worse places to be than inside of a cloth-filled carry-on. 'For the good of the Cat,' Babu thought to himself as the last zippers were closed up..."
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