Classified Camouflage

Mmh. An elite operative in broad daylight requires impenetrable civilian camouflage. I trotted down the sidewalk to the cafe patio and clambered onto the seat of a green metal bistro chair. An abandoned corrugated brown coffee sleeve lay flat beside a clean wooden stirrer. Exceptional undercover trench coat. Grunting softly, I hauled the cylindrical cardboard open and wriggled inside until it clamped snugly around my torso, tucking my blue cape securely within the rim. Hmph. I wedged the flat wooden stirrer horizontally across the upper edge to lock a rigid collar against the breeze. Leaning deadpan against the metal slats, I twitched one eyebrow and monitored passing footsteps. Deep-cover surveillance operational.