Brainstorning
Brains ducked out of the main convention hall as soon as the question and answer period was over. His presentation on experimental uses of laser technology was well received and he had endured a prolonged Q & A session afterward.
As he wandered through the convention center lobby, he was approached by a woman. She carried an air of authority about her, reminding him a bit of his new employer, Jefferson Tracy of Tracy Enterprises, Inc.
She introduced herself as a government employee working in MI6 and was hoping to have a few moments of his time. Her credentials looked authentic and Brains was rather naïve about his own security. He accompanied her to a suite of rooms on the top floor of the convention center hotel.
Inside the room was a handsome, earnest-looking young man. There was no introduction as he turned back to looking out over the city of London from the room's sliding glass doors which led to the balcony.
From an adjoining room, two additional men entered and sat down on the sofa. The woman, who told Brains to call her "Em" invited him to sit in the comfortable-looking armchair opposite the sofa, while she occupied the other one.
Together, they spent some time discussing Brains's theories. Some applications of his theories that had not occurred to Brains were brought out for consideration.
A waiter entered the suite with a large tray of sandwiches and assorted drinks for refreshment. The meeting had gone on longer than either party had expected as Brains and the government people were quite engrossed in bouncing ideas off of one another at great speed. They had lost all track of time.
Finally both parties agreed that Brains would be given access to a development lab within the security agency. He would be contacted once arrangements were made.
Brains said, "I, uh, assume you have, uh, checked out my background, m-my education and, uh, all."
"Yes," responded the woman. "We've been able to track down your personal history all the way back to your birth in Michigan and the storm that tragically took the lives of your parents."
"Gee," said Brains, "you sure are, uh, good at finding out things, Em. Uh, is, uh, Em short for Emily or Emilia?
"M" just smiled and replied that she was just "M".
The young man who had been looking out over the city all this time finally turned around and looked at Brains.
"I also was born in Michigan, at just about the same moment you were. I was a fraternal twin, born to poor parents who were unable to properly care for two boys, unexpectedly two, I might add. I was sent to live with my father's cousin in England. I learned a short time ago that my parents also had died in a storm in Michigan."
He walked over to Brains and shook his hand.
"My name is Bond, James Bond."
"My name is, uh, H-hackenbacker, uh, H-hirim H-hackenbacker."
"If you will forgive the abruptness of this statement, I believe you are my long-lost twin."
Brains said, "I, uh, h-had a feeling all of my life that I h-had a twin. Mom and Dad would quickly h-hide pictures of, uh, some other boy when I walked by them. And I always, uh, felt incomplete, like there was a part of me that, uh, longed for excitement and adventure. And now I understand w-why. And I understand one, uh, more thing that until now made no sense to me. But from, uh, the way Mom spoke to Dad of this o-other boy, when she didn't know I was, uh, around and could h-hear her, well, it now all falls into place:
"Mom, uh, always l-liked you best!"
A/N: Hey, if everyone else can have a long-lost twin, why not Brains?