The agent received the mission briefing through the machine in his case and blacked out the majority of the words before handing it to Moptop.
"Do you understand your instructions?" he asked, gruffly.
"I do," replied Moptop.
With this, Moptop pulled his gun from his coat and slipped into the house. He was on a "proofreading" assignment, which he assumed to be both a euphemism and, literally, the checking and correction of spelling and grammar on a document of some sort. The dog stared at him from the corner of the room as Moptop searched through a stack of papers on the counter. Moptop heard a sound and, without looking up, casually fired several shots into the wall. Insects scattered.
Dietrich arrived and informed Moptop that Hershel had written a string arrangement for the recording. Moptop nodded solemnly. A housekeeper emerged from one of the back rooms and Moptop fired more shots in her general direction, careful not to hit her but close enough to prove a point.
Glancing at the briefing again, Moptop noticed that he had read it wrong, or perhaps the letters had rearranged themselves. The mission was "dogsitting," not proofreading.
