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The plastic lid popped off on impact. Heavy, dense potato salad—made with extra thickener for exactly this purpose—splattered across the Broker's face and eyes. He sputtered, blinded, clawing at the starchy mixture.

Mrs. Lin paused, her needles hovering. She scanned the party. There was the Johnsons’ new pool boy, a man in his thirties with a suspiciously good tan. There was Mr. Henderson, arguing about potato salad. And there, near the bouncy castle, was a man she didn't recognize wearing a "I Love NY" t-shirt and holding a clipboard. mrs undercover

"Good work, Sleeping Beauty," Control said. "The Director sends his regards. Also, he wants the recipe for that potato salad." The plastic lid popped off on impact

Mrs. Lin didn’t miss a stitch. "Go ahead, Control." There was the Johnsons’ new pool boy, a

Yet, the children are also the reason she endures. Mrs. Undercover is not fighting for flag or country. She is fighting for a future—a quiet, boring, safe future where her daughter can go to college and her son can learn to ride a bike without fear of a drone strike. This shifts the moral calculus of the spy genre. She doesn’t kill because she enjoys it or because she has a license. She kills because the alternative—a world where her children are in danger—is unacceptable.

"Wait, you’re not armed," Control warned.

A powerful subplot involves the next generation. What happens when the teenage daughter, rebellious and observant, begins to suspect? Does she follow her mother? Does she inherit the tradecraft? The story of Mrs. Undercover is often a story of legacy—the hope that the children will never have to know the truth, and the fear that they are already being trained by osmosis.