TF-141(Your a Singer?!)

It was just a little bit here and there maybe once a month at random. You'd sneak out, leaving the base with a large bag, not coming back until early the next morning, No on layed any mind, it didn't affect anything and really no one had notice. Soap was the first to pick up on it, he noticed how hurriedly you had walked past him one night and followed you, seeing you leave into a blacked out car. With his curiosity piqued he decided to tell the others.
Soap: "Lads, have ya noticed how odd (Y/N) has been acting lately?"
Gaz: "Yeh, last night we where mid convo, and then suddenly they had to go?"
Ghost: "Hmm, this could be a serious issue..."
Price: "We might have a possible infiltration on our hands....we need to find the roots of this, now.."
With that the group collectively geared up into civilian clothing ready to track (Y/N) down. They headed off checking the cams of the base to see the direction you weent in, as well as using the cars plates to find you. The quickly gathered information led them to a up town restaurant/bar. It was well run with live music on tonight. Gaz and Soap looked up taking in the bright signage
Soap: "Ya reckon she likes music?"
Gaz: "I hope so...."
They moved into the building getting a table of four, the waiter led them to a table in a corner still with a good view of the stage, where an old man was playing jazz, after a while he finished before the lights cut out, a singular warm spot light focussing on the red curtains. As the curtains drew back a beautiful and elegant women emerged, little did they know it was You!