Femme Fatale-ish

My name is Blue—insert a mood-related joke here—and I'm a femme fatale in training. My goal is to join the CIA. Unfortunately, I have a tiny issue with birds, and the closest I've come to my dream is working for a government agency that's disturbingly up-to-speed on everyone's sexts, rants in private Facebook groups, and secret family chocolate-chip cookie recipes.

I know I'm a spy cliché, that agent who works at a desk but craves fieldwork. However, I have a plan: I'm going to infiltrate th...