Roger's Plan

   "You will have a recurring case of deadly Hexboloiosis," Roger said, lighting a cigar and leaning back. "Very deadly."
   "Outrageous!" I had never heard of a more ridiculous plan.
  "Trust me, it will work." Roger replied, "Just start shaking, coughing, spasms, and roll your eyes."
 "Let's talk about this." I was desperate, I couldn't bring myself to do that.
 "We tried that, Royden."
"I'll do it then."

Improvisational Plotting

I pulled out a mess of wires and strange looking equipment that I didn't recognize, nor did I know what they were. Technology was X's job. I pulled out the long strand until a three foot wire was stretched atop the engines. It was a wireless telegraphy machine.
"Agent S, abort procedure. I repeat, abort machine." I said quickly. A reply crackled back.
"Aborting procedure." Roger's voice came. "What now Agent P?" That hit me hard. Failure was frowned upon, very heavily. I groaned and kneaded my head. I needed a plan, and soon.
"I got it!" I exclaimed. "Meet at the Flying Knight Inn."
"Understood." Roger's voice came back, it was a code word for the lounge area. I started walking proudly through the hallways, hoping to avoid any questions from the staff.