There are times in almost every intelligence operation, where fate intervenes and hands the agents on the ground a great big bouquet of good, old-fashioned luck. There"s no rhyme or reason as to when it arrives, just that on the occasions when everything seems at its gloomiest, and with all hope lost, the patron saint of spies seems to hand out the clue, the picture, the source or the information that everyone is waiting for.
In the case of Operation MACE, it was given to Nicole Quayle, fledgling field agent. She had the good fortune to stop and browse at a small boutique, which advertised the season"s latest designer fashion wear. The breeze had strengthened along the coast, making the air cooler and the walk along the storefronts selling dresses, make up and fashionable jewelry had give
