"So where are we going?" I asked Bond as we cruised down the Garden State Parkway.

"Newark." he replied. "I've tracked the AGAG agent Enrico Paliniov to the Chateau de Hood. We have to find him and question him."

"Wicked. Hey can we stop at a 7-11? I want a can of soda."

"No need." Bond said with a smile. He pressed a button on the dashboard, and an ice cold can of Pepsi popped up out of my armrest.

"Awesome. What else can this thing do? Do you have a radio in here?"

"Yes, but not just any radio. It can find any song or broadcast being played on any station at any time. For example, watch this." He held down a button on the radio and said, "Bach's symphony in G." Classical music began playing on the radio.

"Let me try." I said, and I held down the button. "DMX, Ruff Ryder's Anthem." The radio began playing the requested song. Bond made a horrible face and said, "Do you actually listen to this?" I nodded.

Finally, we turned off at the exit that led into Newark, and we drove through the dark and dingy streets up to the Chateau de Hood.

"We'll park a few blocks away," Bond said.

"I'd advise against that," I warned him. "Especially in this town. Does your car have a good security system?"

"The best. Ah, here's a spot." He parked the car, and we got out and he activated the security system. I took out my travel bag, so it would look like we were really spending the night.

"Excuse me," Bond said to the guy at the front desk, "I was wondering if you could give me a bit of information." He produced a $100 bill.

"Run that!" the man exclaimed, snatching the bill. "Now what do you want?"

"We're looking for Enrico Paliniov. I heard he was checked in here."

The man pulled out a ratty old book that had all the people staying in it. He consulted it, and then he looked up and said, "He's in room 21."

"Thank you my friend." Bond said, and we both smiled at him and then went to the staircase.

The front desk guy watched us go up, then pulled out a walkie talkie. "Bond's here." he said into it. "And he's got help."

We approached room 21. Bond turned to me and said, "I don't think it would be wise for both of us to go in."

"I agree." I said, and then I reached in my travel bag and pulled out my Game Boy Advance SP.

"What is that for?" James asked.

"It looks like a Game Boy," I told him, "But it's really a video monitoring device. Here, put this hat on." I gave Bond a hat with a small feather in it. "The camera is inside the feather. Now, you go in and confront him, and I'll wait out here, and to passerby it will look like I'm playing video games, but I'll really be keeping an eye on you. If there's any trouble, I'll be right in."

Bond raised his eyebrows. "Another one of your little toys?"

"You got it."

Bond smiled, put the hat on, cocked his Walther PPK, and turned the doorknob. It was open, surprisingly. He stepped inside cautiously, and flipped the lights on. There was nobody inside. He went into the bathroom, but there was nobody there, nor was there anybody in the second bedroom.

"Go through his things," I said into the Game Boy. He nodded, and went over to the desk, where a briefcase and a bunch of papers were. He was just beginning to shuffle through them when an arm put him in a headlock from behind. Bond grabbed the arm and flipped the offender over his head, and turned around. It was Enrico!

The two had a brutal fistfight, but I did not interfere since Bond could easily win a 1-on-1 fight. I kept watching. Enrico tried to pull a gun from his travel bag, but Bond kicked it out of his hand and elbowed him in the face. He then knocked him onto the bed and put the gun in his face.

"Okay!" Enrico whimpered, surrendering. "Okay! You've got me!"

"Yes, now tell me where the AGAG headquarters is!" Enrico continued to whimper and said nothing. "I said tell me!" Bond shouted, cocking his gun.

"All right, I'll tell you!" he said. "But may I smoke a cigarette?"

"Go on."

"Thank you." Enrico pulled out a silver lighter and as he went to light his cigarette, he pressed a red button on the bottom.

I sat outside, keeping my eyes on the screen, when two men in black suits came dashing up the stairs. They were all ready to kick the door down when they noticed me.

"You, boy," they said in Russian accents, "Who are you?!"

"I am Paul, sirs, and I am of no importance to you. My father has gone down to the front desk, and I am simply keeping busy with a game of Pac-Man until his return."

They nodded, and then kicked the door down. But only the first guy made it into the room, because I had put the others' legs out with my Zapper. The first guy charged into the room and attacked Bond. I went in there too and so then it was me and Bond versus Enrico and the first backup guy. We fought, and the first guy knocked my Zapper out of my hand. Then he knocked me up onto the bed.

I couldn't get my Zapper, because the fight was in the middle, so I had another plan. I reached into my bag and pulled out a box of Super Mario Bros. and Zelda cereal.

"What in the Devil do you plan to do with that?" Bond asked as he fought with the two guys.

"Just get up here on the bed!" I told him. He fought off Enrico, who was trying to put him in a headlock, and he jumped up on the bed. I took handfuls of the cereal and scattered it on the ground. Then I took out a small container of milk, and threw it all over the cereal. The pieces of cereal set off small but powerful explosions, and the first backup man was thrown against the wall, bleeding, and Enrico was vaulted up onto the bed.

"More toys?" James asked with a wry smiled. I nodded. Then James knelt down on the bed and picked up Enrico by the scruff of his neck. "Now you're going to tell us everything," he said, "Or I will ease your passing."

"O..K…" Enrico said, gasping for air, "The AGAG base is in Dunellen, off of exit…" he said no more, however, as a round object flew into the room and struck him in the head. He fell dead.

"What is this?" Bond wondered, picking it up. "It's a turtle shell!"

I whirled towards the door just in time to see a dark figure retreating down the hallway. I snatched the shell and dashed out into the hall. The figure was very far ahead of me, so I stood on top of the shell and fired my blaster at the back of it. The shell zoomed off down the hall, and I was riding on top of it, steering it around corners as the figure evaded me. But I was faster than he was, and finally he had no choice but to throw himself out of the second floor window. He landed in the back seat of a waiting car, which zoomed off.

James came running up the hallway and caught up with me by the window. "Nice work, kid," he said, catching his breath. "Usually they get killed before they tell me the name of the city. We got lucky."

"Yes. Now let's get out of here." We dashed out of the hotel, not noticing that the front desk guy was absent.