Agent 00Coo finished the last of his cinnamon cookie, shaking a few crumbs off his glossy feathers. He looked up at Ava, his tiny eyes sparkling with intelligence.
“The snack was acceptable,” the pigeon announced through his Coo-municator. “Now, down to business. From this moment on, your civilian name is a secret. In the records of the FBI – the Feathered Bureau of Investigation – you shall be known as The Blueprint.”
Alfred the Penguin nodded solemnly, pulling a roll of heavy drafting paper from his suit jacket. “It is an honour to work with you, The Blueprint.
Your mission is to design a home on Kitsilano Beach that is invisible to the naked eye but filled with equipment.
Ava now known as The Blueprint – led them to her large wooden drafting table. The room smelled of cedar and old paper. She picked up her favourite pencil, feeling its familiar weight in her hand.
“The pigeon entered” The Blueprint asked, looking at 00Coo.
As the sun began to set over the water, the first sketches were finished. The beach house looked like a dream on the outside, but only The Blueprint, Alfred, and 00Coo knew the secrets hidden within the lines of the drawing.