Because of the high-profile nature of his new job, Auggie was driven home by an agent. "Mister Anderson, there are reporters waiting outside your building. Would you like me to handle them before you go in?"

"No thank you. Will you be coming in the morning?"

"Yes sir. I'll be right here at o-six thirty."

"Great. How far down the block am I now?"

"You are just in front of the door."

Auggie grasped his cane and stepped out of the vehicle. As he unfolded the cane, he heard footsteps coming his way. "Mister Anderson!" A female voice greeted.

Auggie ignored her and kept walking toward the door of his building. "Mister Anderson!" Two more voices were calling. Auggie made a point to swing his cane extra wide, hoping he hit somebody in the knee.

"One question sir."

Somebody touched his arm and Auggie swiftly turned in that direction, his cane hitting what he assumed to be the body of the reporter that jumped back with a slight shriek. "Please do not touch me." Auggie said in a calm but direct voice.

"And for the rest of you, I am sure you know the number for my office. I will be happy to talk to you if you make an appointment. Does anybody need my business card?"

The small crowd got quiet and Auggie turned back toward his door. He exhaled as he stepped inside and up the stairs. As he walked to his door, he caught the scent of Number 19.

"You look good in 1080P, Agent Anderson."

"I'll take your word for it, Miss Hearn."

"Will we be getting a chance to work together again soon?"

"Why don't you have your people call my people and set something up." He replied. "Do you need my card?"

"I was hoping for something a little less formal." She stepped close, and touched his arm.

"I'm far more formal now, and I promise you that I'll be less accommodating to those that invade my home life. Go home, Liza. Call Audrey and see if she can get you on the calendar."

Auggie walked into his apartment and locked the dead bolt. He placed his things by the door and went to his bedroom to change clothes. As he pulled on a comfortable t-shirt, there was a knock on his door.

"Who's there?" Auggie asked in harsh tone.

"Barbara Walters," came a very fake feminine voice. "I was hoping to talk to you about becoming a regular on The View."

Auggie smiled as he opened the door. "Do I get to sit next to Whoopie?"

"Pscha. Keep dreaming." The normal voice of his brother replied as he walked in the doorway.

"Then she can wait for a one-on-one interview the night of the Oscars. I have my standards."

"Sure you do, bro."

Auggie heard his brother sit bottles on the counter, pull two out, and start removing tops. Auggie reached his hand out expectantly. A cold beer pushed against his palm.

"Rough day at work?" Julian asked.

"You know, I've had days at work where I've been shot at, been responsible for people that were shot, I've literally saved people from bombs, and I've been permanently injured by a bomb myself. While it's all about perspective, I have to say: Yeah. It was a rough day at work."

"I figured as much."

"Did mom call you?" Auggie asked.

"Yeah, as soon as your assistant took her message she called me. I thought she would be more upset, but she seems to be doing well."

"Yeah, I talked to her later. She sounded good."

"She seemed comforted that I already knew. Glad that you weren't all alone in your secret spy world, rather than being angry that her youngest boys were keeping a secret from the family."

"Heard from any of the others?" Auggie asked.

"Yeah. I told them to blow me, and said that they should start building bunkers in case you have access to technology to make up for what they did to you as a kid."

"Hah!"

"Check your mail, they will probably send you heartfelt apologies any day. As soon as they figure out how to get them printed in Braille."

"I accept cash payments and a voicemail, if that's easier."

"I'll let them know."

"Actually, they all left me a voicemail earlier today. I just haven't called back."

"Well, put it off a little longer, because I brought burgers."

"Fantastic!"

"I'll let you figure out what I got you." He said as he pushed a wrapped burger into his brother's hand.

Auggie rolled his eyes as he peeled back the foil. "Jalapeno, pepper jack, and fried onions?"

"Just be sure to brush your teeth before you try to seduce any senators."

"Hand me the fries."

"Who said there were fries?"

"I did, and I am trained to kill a man with my bare hands."

"Yeah, but you still suck at hide and go seek."

If you have read Sunshine and Rainbows, and you are paying too much attention, you may notice that I've changed the name of Auggie's brother that lives in DC. There are many Auggie Universes in my head, and all I can say is that in this one, his in-town brother is named Julian.