FADE IN: EXT. POND - DAY BENJAMIN TALMADGE, a ruggedly handsome and fit man in his mid-thirties, stands waist deep in a serene pond. His skin is bronzed from the sun, his muscles defined from years of hard work in the field. He is completely naked, the water glistening off his taut body. BENJAMIN takes in the peaceful surroundings, the sound of birds chirping in the distance. Suddenly, he feels a familiar pressure building in his stomach. He knows what's coming. BENJAMIN (to himself) Oh no, not again. He arches his back slightly, preparing for what's to come. A moment later, a loud and forceful fart erupts from him, rippling the water around him. The smell is rancid, enough to make anyone gag. BENJAMIN (grimacing) Sorry, fish. As the bubbles from the fart rise to the surface, a few unlucky fish float belly-up, dead from the toxic gas. BENJAMIN reaches down and grabs one of the dead fish, a look of resignation on his face. BENJAMIN (to the fish) Guess you'll have to do for dinner tonight. He turns and wades back to the shore, the fish dangling from his hand. As he walks towards the camp, he mutters to himself. BENJAMIN Just another day in the life of a spy. FADE OUT.