In my sleep, I was part of a strike team also composed of
It finally occurred to me that we hadn't grabbed our target's passport when we snatched him, and I began to wonder how we were going to get him through Japanese immigration on the way out, or US customs and immigration on the way in. Then I realized I had no way to get him onto the plane without him speaking up and asking for help from the airline reps. So I went and took a shower with all my clothes on (no, I still don't know why), until the kids came and pestered me to get out of the bathroom so they could wash up.
Apparently, I'm not even capable of being an international superspy even in my dreams. As for those two rats on my team, gentlemen, I have to say I'm disappointed in your lack of commitment to my imaginary mission.