Secret Agent Xxl

Chapter 1

Agent Roxy Malone, codename Cannonball by her employers, was shimmying herself through a vent.

Its hardly a surprising activity for a secret agent, but for her, a bit difficult. Unlike her peers, she was often described as 'plus-sized'. Technically true, but it undersold just how plus her size actually was.

It was a sore topic for her. Her unflatterimg codename was one of many ways her fellow agents riddiculed her. She wasn't even suited for this kind of mission, always feeling more at home going in guns blazing.

The reason she was even on this mission was the target: codename Big Doc. HQ figured Cannonball could blend in better than most to get to Big Doc. All that was known about her was her medical background, large stature, and mysterious facility deep in the Swiss alps.

The rock and concrete between Cannonball and the outside world had cut her communications back to HQ, leaving her blind as she sweated in her sneaking suit. While suitably tailored to her size, it was never a pattern suited for larger agents, leaving her drenched in sweat.
She checked her datapad's map, continuing to where she thought a sever room might be.

"Jesus, why did they send me to 'blend in' if I was going to hide anyway? HQ are a bunch of dicks..." she muttered to herself.
She peered down a vent below, seeing some heavyset henchmen patrolling. She could see it though, if it came down to it, she wouldn't be out of place among them, and sourcing a uniform in her size would be a sneak knock-out away.

However, as she climbed further towards her objective, she swore the vents were getting smaller. Not tapering, but every turn was into a smaller gauge of vent. While the initial vents were roomy enough, her fat hips were adding friction to her already exhausting task.
Eventually, she reached a vent covering. Damn. She tried reaching for her pocket lazer on her belt, but her hand couldn't get between the vent and her hips. Now her hand was stuck. Her chunky military watch was getting caught there as well, not letting her pull it back.

This was bad. Really bad. She already knew the sound she must have been making 'sneaking' in the vents must be suspicious. But her knocking around trying to get out was another matter.
But this was a matter of life and death. She can't afford to fail the mission now, even if HQ were assholes for making her do this.
A million thoughts raced through her head as she continued to wriggle around, the sweating becoming unbearable. Even without the meters of rock and concrete around Big Doc's bunker, she couldn't deploy the distress signal on her belt if she wanted to.

The panicking was eventually noticed however. Cannonball could hear voices below through the duct.

"Uhh, is there something knocking up in the vent? Rats maybe?"

"Sounds bigger than a rat...but fuck it. Not our problem."

It's about the most embarrassing thing you can do as a secret agent. When two henchmen think they can hear you and decide to ignore you, you take that. But she was about 30 minutes into losing the feeling in her hand in a vent that was too hot, and despite years of conditioning and training, did not care for HQ and the mission right now.

"Help!!"