The Wabbit followed Lapinette closely and remained completely
unobserved. As a secret agent, that was his job. At the same time, it was
Lapinette’s job as a secret agent to spot him. But she seemed so intent on her
journey that she didn’t seem to notice the Wabbit on her tail. He
followed her all the way from the seaside and into an old industrial neighbourhood
in the city. All this time, the Wabbit stayed a discreet distance behind while
theories raced though his head. What on earth was her destination? "It might be
another fashion show," thought the Wabbit. Perhaps she was going to meet a
different kind of agent altogether - a fashion industry agent who pocketed 30
per cent of her vast earnings. The Wabbit considered and glanced around the
area. It had seen better days and although it was under development, it didn’t
seem like a fashion industry sort of place. But he remained icy calm and hopped
quietly along the sidewalk in pursuit as Lapinette crossed the road to an old
building. It looked like an abandoned railway station, but on closer inspection
he reckoned it was a factory or a warehouse. The Wabbit stopped, looked for
another way in and changed direction. "Uptight, out of sight," he hummed.
