PART 2
Max arrived at the Chief's office slightly before 9 a.m.
The Chief looked up from his paperwork. "Hello, Max. How are you this morning?"
Max flopped into the chair and gave a huge sigh.
"That good, huh?" the chief asked.
"Tell me something, Chief. When you turned 50, did you feel .different?"
The Chief grinned, "That was 15 years ago, Max. I suppose I did feel that half my life was already finished. But every man feels time has crept up on him when he turns 50."
"I don't know, Chief. Seems things in my life have changed. I've gotten slower, my time with 99 has taken a back seat to the kids, and I feel like I have nothing to show for my time. I'm starting to wonder about my sense of worth."
"Well, I think I can help with that 'sense of worth' you're not feeling." the Chief jumped in.
Max perked up.
"I've got an important assignment for you, Max."
Max couldn't believe his ears. Lately, the Chief had been putting him on courier service and was giving the more dangerous and physical missions to the younger agents.
"Is it dangerous?" Max asked with excitement in his voice.
"Yes, Max. It could very well be."
"And I'm sure there is some risk involved?"
"Yes, that too."
"Great, Chief. What is it?"
"A dinner party."
"A dinner party? What am I doing, serving guests?" Max asked in a huff.
"Let me explain. KAOS has some important papers that they keep hidden away at the old Governor's home in Virginia, where retired Judge William Jamison now resides. We've managed to arrange for Doctor Michael Winthop and his wife Joy to attend. Judge Jamison has been trying for some time to get the Winthop's to attend one of their dinner gatherings. Although Judge Jamison has never met Dr. Winthop, he is held in high regard. This would be the perfect situation to get you in there, and retrieve those papers from a locked safe located upstairs in the study."
"But Chief, you know 99 has retired from active duty."
"I know, but even if she was still active, I couldn't use her for this assignment."
"Why not?" Max asked.
"Because Doctor Winthop's wife is twenty years younger than him."
"Oh, then that definitely lets 99 out," Max concluded.
"The CONTROL office in Europe has sent one of their best agents to help us with this mission. She is 30 years old, can speak 3 different languages, is proficient in martial arts and, most importantly, she is an expert in cracking any safe."
"She sounds great, Chief. When will I get to meet her?" The Chief looked at his watch. She will be arriving in another hour. I need you to pick her up at the airport."
"What's her name?"
"Christy Mayfield."
"Sounds like she's gonna be the main player on this mission," Max thought out loud.
"Now, Max, you are just as important to this mission as she is. Without you, she would not be able to get into the house by herself."
"When is the mission to take place?"
"Next Thursday evening. You two are going to have to learn everything there is about the Doctor and his wife. So you have 5 days in which to do it. Any slip- ups could spell disaster."
"Don't worry, Chief. We won't let you down. By the way, Chief, how will I know her?"
"She'll contact you, Max." The Chief handed Max a bright red tie with a large C for a tie clip. She will be looking for that tie and that tie clip."
Max left the office to head to the airport.
Max stood by the arrival gate, watching and examining every woman that got off the plane. More than 15 women walked by him, but not one contacted him. After the last person exited the plane, Max started to wonder if she made the flight. Max walked over to the phone booth. Just as he was to make a call to the Chief, a woman's voice called out from behind him, "Agent 86?"
Max quickly turned around. Standing before him was absolutely the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. She had such an incredibly shy look on her lovely face, while her smile could melt the hardest of hearts. He noticed her light hair cascading down over her shoulders, ending just above the slope of her breasts. She was wearing a black skirt and a beige silk blouse that accentuated her features perfectly. Her beauty caught him by surprise as he stumbled over his words.
"Ahhhh, 86 .Yes, I'm 86. I mean, I'm Agent 86. Maxwell Smart."
"Nice to meet you, Agent Smart. I'm Agent Mayfield. I believe we will be working together." She smiled as she held out her hand.
Max took her hand and gently shook it. His heart quickened in involuntary response to her sudden nearness.
"Yes, yes we will, Agent Mayfield." He smiled tenderly.
"Please, call me Christy," she insisted.
Max held onto her hand long after their initial greeting. She stared at him as if he'd taken complete leave of his senses.
"Agent 86?" Christy said, trying to get his attention.
Max snapped out of his trance. "Yes, I'm sorry. I'm to take you to CONTROL headquarters to meet the Chief."
After meeting with the Chief and being briefed with what the mission entailed, Christy asked where she would be staying.
"We've arranged for you to stay at the Harrington Arms Hotel. It's just down the street from CONTROL headquarters. Max will drop you off so you can get situated. We'll meet back here at 9 a.m., Monday morning.
Max dropped Christy off at the hotel, helped her check in, and gave her his number should she need to contact him.
Max arrived home to an empty, quiet house. He was used to hearing kids screaming at each other, and 99 trying to keep things under control. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. 99 had marked what dishes were for which meal and for which day. He threw the casserole dish into the oven. Max cleaned out his pockets on the kitchen table and came across the Harrington Arms Hotel business card. Max looked at the card, then looked to the oven. He hated eating alone and thought since Agent Mayfield was alone, he'd ask her if she minded company for dinner. Max picked up the phone and gave her a call.
"Agent May . I mean, Christy, . it's Maxwell Smart."
"Oh, hello. Is there a problem?" Christy inquired.
"No, no, not at all. I was wondering, since my wife and kids are gone for the weekend and I hate eating alone, maybe we might get together for dinner and talk over the mission?"
Christy didn't take long to think it over. "Sounds like a fine idea, Max. Give me about an hour to freshen up, and we'll go from there."
Max gave a huge smile, "Great, see you in an hour. Bye."
Max began to whistle as he turned off the oven and put the casserole back in the fridge. Max bounded upstairs as if he was ten years younger. He quickly showered, shaved, then splashed some cologne on his face. He put on his best suit and left to meet his new partner.
Max arrived at the Chief's office slightly before 9 a.m.
The Chief looked up from his paperwork. "Hello, Max. How are you this morning?"
Max flopped into the chair and gave a huge sigh.
"That good, huh?" the chief asked.
"Tell me something, Chief. When you turned 50, did you feel .different?"
The Chief grinned, "That was 15 years ago, Max. I suppose I did feel that half my life was already finished. But every man feels time has crept up on him when he turns 50."
"I don't know, Chief. Seems things in my life have changed. I've gotten slower, my time with 99 has taken a back seat to the kids, and I feel like I have nothing to show for my time. I'm starting to wonder about my sense of worth."
"Well, I think I can help with that 'sense of worth' you're not feeling." the Chief jumped in.
Max perked up.
"I've got an important assignment for you, Max."
Max couldn't believe his ears. Lately, the Chief had been putting him on courier service and was giving the more dangerous and physical missions to the younger agents.
"Is it dangerous?" Max asked with excitement in his voice.
"Yes, Max. It could very well be."
"And I'm sure there is some risk involved?"
"Yes, that too."
"Great, Chief. What is it?"
"A dinner party."
"A dinner party? What am I doing, serving guests?" Max asked in a huff.
"Let me explain. KAOS has some important papers that they keep hidden away at the old Governor's home in Virginia, where retired Judge William Jamison now resides. We've managed to arrange for Doctor Michael Winthop and his wife Joy to attend. Judge Jamison has been trying for some time to get the Winthop's to attend one of their dinner gatherings. Although Judge Jamison has never met Dr. Winthop, he is held in high regard. This would be the perfect situation to get you in there, and retrieve those papers from a locked safe located upstairs in the study."
"But Chief, you know 99 has retired from active duty."
"I know, but even if she was still active, I couldn't use her for this assignment."
"Why not?" Max asked.
"Because Doctor Winthop's wife is twenty years younger than him."
"Oh, then that definitely lets 99 out," Max concluded.
"The CONTROL office in Europe has sent one of their best agents to help us with this mission. She is 30 years old, can speak 3 different languages, is proficient in martial arts and, most importantly, she is an expert in cracking any safe."
"She sounds great, Chief. When will I get to meet her?" The Chief looked at his watch. She will be arriving in another hour. I need you to pick her up at the airport."
"What's her name?"
"Christy Mayfield."
"Sounds like she's gonna be the main player on this mission," Max thought out loud.
"Now, Max, you are just as important to this mission as she is. Without you, she would not be able to get into the house by herself."
"When is the mission to take place?"
"Next Thursday evening. You two are going to have to learn everything there is about the Doctor and his wife. So you have 5 days in which to do it. Any slip- ups could spell disaster."
"Don't worry, Chief. We won't let you down. By the way, Chief, how will I know her?"
"She'll contact you, Max." The Chief handed Max a bright red tie with a large C for a tie clip. She will be looking for that tie and that tie clip."
Max left the office to head to the airport.
Max stood by the arrival gate, watching and examining every woman that got off the plane. More than 15 women walked by him, but not one contacted him. After the last person exited the plane, Max started to wonder if she made the flight. Max walked over to the phone booth. Just as he was to make a call to the Chief, a woman's voice called out from behind him, "Agent 86?"
Max quickly turned around. Standing before him was absolutely the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. She had such an incredibly shy look on her lovely face, while her smile could melt the hardest of hearts. He noticed her light hair cascading down over her shoulders, ending just above the slope of her breasts. She was wearing a black skirt and a beige silk blouse that accentuated her features perfectly. Her beauty caught him by surprise as he stumbled over his words.
"Ahhhh, 86 .Yes, I'm 86. I mean, I'm Agent 86. Maxwell Smart."
"Nice to meet you, Agent Smart. I'm Agent Mayfield. I believe we will be working together." She smiled as she held out her hand.
Max took her hand and gently shook it. His heart quickened in involuntary response to her sudden nearness.
"Yes, yes we will, Agent Mayfield." He smiled tenderly.
"Please, call me Christy," she insisted.
Max held onto her hand long after their initial greeting. She stared at him as if he'd taken complete leave of his senses.
"Agent 86?" Christy said, trying to get his attention.
Max snapped out of his trance. "Yes, I'm sorry. I'm to take you to CONTROL headquarters to meet the Chief."
After meeting with the Chief and being briefed with what the mission entailed, Christy asked where she would be staying.
"We've arranged for you to stay at the Harrington Arms Hotel. It's just down the street from CONTROL headquarters. Max will drop you off so you can get situated. We'll meet back here at 9 a.m., Monday morning.
Max dropped Christy off at the hotel, helped her check in, and gave her his number should she need to contact him.
Max arrived home to an empty, quiet house. He was used to hearing kids screaming at each other, and 99 trying to keep things under control. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. 99 had marked what dishes were for which meal and for which day. He threw the casserole dish into the oven. Max cleaned out his pockets on the kitchen table and came across the Harrington Arms Hotel business card. Max looked at the card, then looked to the oven. He hated eating alone and thought since Agent Mayfield was alone, he'd ask her if she minded company for dinner. Max picked up the phone and gave her a call.
"Agent May . I mean, Christy, . it's Maxwell Smart."
"Oh, hello. Is there a problem?" Christy inquired.
"No, no, not at all. I was wondering, since my wife and kids are gone for the weekend and I hate eating alone, maybe we might get together for dinner and talk over the mission?"
Christy didn't take long to think it over. "Sounds like a fine idea, Max. Give me about an hour to freshen up, and we'll go from there."
Max gave a huge smile, "Great, see you in an hour. Bye."
Max began to whistle as he turned off the oven and put the casserole back in the fridge. Max bounded upstairs as if he was ten years younger. He quickly showered, shaved, then splashed some cologne on his face. He put on his best suit and left to meet his new partner.