The helicopter made its way east to New York and flew over Manhattan’s Time Square heading towards the rooftops. They landed on the rooftop of the Gansevoort Hotel. Tayanna, the dogs, Nasrin, and Atticus all climbed out of the helicopter still a little discombobulated from the flight. They located the stairwell and climbed the stairs down to the first floor of the hotel. As they exited the staircase, people who were in the lobby became nervous and scared around the two giant dogs who were with the three young spies. However, there was another spectacle that diverted their attention. Courtney Love, president of MASK, was dressed in a slinky, red sequined dress that barely touched her mid-thigh. The spaghetti straps that seemed to hold the dress up were falling off of her bare shoulders as she was being dragged out of the lounge by two security guards who resembled linebackers from a pro football team. As they held her up, she drunkenly slurred, “Lemme go! Don’t you know who I am?” As the two guards dropped her off in the lobby, she called them a few choice expletives and tried to stand and straighten her ripped fishnets. She stopped to pose and give the paparazzi a sloppy grin. As she teetered on her six inch stilettos, she glimpsed the three novice spies. She signaled for them to follow her to the elevator. As the elevator doors closed Courtney’s demeanor immediately changed. She straightened up and said in a perfectly sober voice, “Playing the drunk is always fun especially when the paparazzi are there snapping photos. Any publicity is good publicity.” The three spies headed up to Courtney’s penthouse still in awe of the spectacle they had just witnessed.