The Agent is getting to old for this. He can't judo chop quite like he used to or shoot quite as straight. He's still lean and good-looking, but the scars and the grey hair keep telling him to retire. Unfortunately, he's too loyal to his boss at the Agency. And with command of a dozen languages, intimate knowledge of a dozen world hotspots, and friendly contact around the globe, the Agent is just too good an asset to let walk away.
The Kid is way too young to be in the middle of this stuff. But when a computer genius hacks the Agency mainframe and posts an impressive resume to the director's computer something had to be done. The Kid things we're playing a game here, so someone had to be assigned as a handler.
They fight crime!
In my dream the Agent was a friendly guy, tall and lanky, with a penchant for grey suits and striped ties. He liked sushi and motorcycles. The Kid was one of those nerdy little preteen towheads with thickframed glasses.
Posted by jrients
at 10:04 AM CDT
