On a floating commune that looked like a regular cruise ship, but was something else altogether, two government agents sat in a recreational area and quietly played chess. They were Agent Nuevo, a black-Hispanic male, and Agent Fila, an Italian female.
Though their seafaring headquarters had everything from the latest spy equipment to restaurants and even a mall, Agents Nuevo and Fila preferred to play chess to relax and unwind.
“Still wasting time on useless games I see,” Agent Speed quipped as he entered the room. His freckled face carried its usual smugness. In his hands was a newspaper printout from some internet database he’d recently accessed.
Agent Nuevo frowned at the arrival of his number one rival in the AAC (At-All-Costs) Agency. The AAC was a special agency for undercover operatives who were willing to win the war on drugs at all costs.
“What do you want now, Speed?” Agent Nuevo asked, relaxing some of the thick accent he’d maintained since joining the agency.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Agent Speed’s smugness deepened. “Gentlemen,” he began dramatically, including Agent Fila in that number since everyone treated her like a guy anyway, despite her attractive face and shapely body. “Take a look at this article from a newspaper in a little city called
Agent Nuevo inhaled sharply as a familiar face smiled up at him from the newspaper article - Delia. Sweet, sweet Delia. His Delia.
In what looked to be a hospital waiting room, Delia was seated between a smiling olive-skinned man and a teenage girl. The girl was holding a newborn baby in her arms. The man was practically holding Delia based on how close he was sitting to her and the fact that one of his arms was behind her neck.
Agent Speed grinned at his rival’s reaction. “I figured you’d recognize your baby-mama,” he said, trying to sound ghetto and failing miserably. “Anyway, it seems she’s being hailed as quite the heroine in her new town. Helped a local doctor deliver a baby at that business she owns.”
“I can read,” Agent Nuevo retorted, sounding more like the man he used to be - Esteban ‘E-Blade’ Jackwood, instead of the man that he was now.
Agent Speed frowned this time. “Well, can you also read between the lines?” he replied, raking a hand through his cropped red hair. “Because not only is Delia sitting where the teenage mother should have been, but according to the article, the teenager named her little girl Precious because that’s what she kept hearing the doctor say all during the delivery."
"Don't do it, Speed," Agent Fila tried to intervene.
"A hundred bucks on who the doctor was calling precious," Agent Speed continued, determined to strike while the iron was hot. "Which means, Delia and the handsome gynecologist must have something going on behind the scenes. Did I mention that Dr. Royal Seeger is the same doctor that delivered your last child, that he is an upstanding member of the community, an active churchgoer, and loves children?” Agent Speed grinned and added, “Sounds like the ideal stepfather to me.”
© 2008 by Suprina Frazier