In her innocuous alter-ego as Sunflower
Juniper the nefarious agent Moonshine
made her way into a soirée of Northern bigwigs;
tarted up like a Yankee ***** of easy virtue,
a costume she had had to don many evenings before,
sometimes for nights on end, getting high-ranking
Union officers liquored up, & before that, the British
military gentry would spill their guts over her full
jugs about troop & ship movements during the last
skirmishes of the old war. Moonshine, older
than she looked had aged well & parts of her kept
slipping into view. The Bluecoats were intrigued.
By the time they were all drunk & passed out prone
on the floor, Sunflower knew the exact location
of the Union front line... Slipping into the shadows
before dawn, Moonshine, as she was commonly
called by her underworld confederates, vanished
like her namesake with no man in blue the wiser.