Chapter Two
"Wow. That was amazing." Sabina said, covering up. "Is there anything you can't do?"
Alex looked at his wife. "Hmm." He joked. "Nope." He flashed her a smile.
Sabina playfully pushed him. He reached down and started to tickle her. "Alex." She laughed.
Finally Alex stopped. She gave him a quick kiss and headed into the bathroom. There was a knock at the door. Alex wrapped a towel around his fine toned body.
"Who is it?" He asked, getting into fighting position.
"Who do you think?" Alan Blunt's voice rang through the door.
Alex opened the door part way. "This isn't such a good time. Alan pushed open the door and walked in. Mrs. Jones followed.
"Sorry, Alex." Mrs. Jones apologized.
"Alex…" Sabina said, opening the door. She was still nude. She saw Alan Blunt and Tulip Jones standing there. In a flash, Mrs. Jones turned Alan around. Sabina screamed and ran back into the bathroom.
"I told you this wasn't a good time. What are you here for anyway?" Alex asked.
"Do you really need me to answer that question?" Alan asked.
Sabina reemerged from the bathroom. This time, she was wearing her bath robe. She sat beside Alex. "Hello, Mr. Blunt."
"Hello. Mrs. Rider. Sorry to disrupt your honeymoon, but it's time." Alan stated.
"Time for what?"
"Time for you and Alex to go on your first mission together." Alan stated.
Alex sat back, not at all excited. "What is it this time?" He asked.
"There seems to be…" Mrs. Jones started to explain. She was interrupted by Sabina's cell phone.
"Hello?" She answered. There was a short pause. "I'm not sure I can this time." Another pause. "What about mum and dad?" Final pause. "Alright. Love you too. Bye."
Alex looked at her. "I hope that whatever this mission is, it can be manipulated so that there is a baby involved." She said.
"Why?"
"My sister needs me to watch my niece, Destiny. Her and my brother-in-law are going out of the country on their anniversary. I always swore that when ever she needed my help that I would be there. I can't go back on that now that I'm a spy." Sabina stated.
"She's right." Alex agreed.
"Fine. But let Mrs. Jones at least finish explaining things." Alan said sitting down in the over sized chair.
"Anyway, the CIA in the United States contacted us yesterday. Apparently teenage boys are disappearing." Mrs. Jones said.
"What do you mean?" Alex sat up, interested. Is didn't like risking his life, but his uncle had been training him to be a spy, second of all, he promised that if Mr. Blunt allowed him to marry Sabina that he would cooperate with MI6.
"In Pennsylvania, teenage boys, ages fourteen through nineteen are being taken. They go to school or to work, and then on their way home, they're gone." Mrs. Jones finished.
"Is there a connection with these missing teens?" Sabina asked.
Alan looked at Mrs. Jones. "Well, we really can't be positive, but there might be two ways they're connected."
There was a moment of silence. "Well don't just sit there, tell us." Alex demanded.
"Some of the teenagers that were taken made fun of gay people. The others that were taken were gay." Mrs. Jones said.
"Any suspects?" Sabina asked.
"None yet." Alan said.
"When do we leave?" Alex asked.
"Tomorrow afternoon. As for Destiny, Jack Starbright will accompany you. She can watch your niece while you're at school or doing your job." Alan stated. He rose. "By the way, you will also be accompanied by several other teenage agents. There is Agent Cody Banks. He works for the CIA, his girlfriend, Natalie will also be helping." Alan stopped and chuckled. A rare thing for him to do. "Natalie joined the CIA when she found out that her boyfriend was a spy. Sound familiar?" He looked at Sabina. "Anyway, there is also Carmen Cortez and her boyfriend, Gary Giggles. We are also thinking of sending in someone who recently joined British Intelligence. Her name is Emily. We haven't decided though." He gave them one last loo and headed out the door.
Before Mrs. Jones left she looked at the two. "I really am sorry about your honeymoon. Mr. Smithers is expecting you. He will give you your gadgets that you will need." With that being said, she headed out the door.
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"Aww, isn't she cute?" Mr. Smithers asked when Sabina and Alex came to receive their gadgets. Sabina had already picked Destiny up and had her on her hip.
"Thanks. She looks like her mother." Sabina said.
"So, what do you have for us, Smithers?" Alex asked, looking down at table filled with gadgets.
"Something that you both will like." Mr. Smithers stated. He picked up a roll of Mentos.
"My breath stinks?" Alex joked.
"Not exactly. These are explosive devices. You lick, stick and it explodes. If you accidentally swallow one, you're in trouble."
"Next we have this." Smithers help up two watches. "You can record things with these, and play them back. You can also communicate with each other." One by one they went through the gadgets. There were tracing devices in an amethyst drop for Sabina and a tracer in Tiger's eye for Alex. There were rings for Sabina that when she ran something through them, they were able to detect bugs. There were night vision goggles that were also able to detect body heat. There were backpacks that had small things in it. There was extra food, a water cup that refilled itself once you placed it back in the bag. There were grappling hooks and things to climb walls. There were suction cup shoes. Inhalers that exploded if you turned the canister, but was used to temporarily blind people when sprayed. There were books with tranquilizer darts. Lastly, he handed each of them a gun.
"You're eighteen now. It's time that you had these." Mr. Smithers said. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a baby doll.
"Let me guess, the doll explodes." Alex asked.
"No. This is an ordinary baby. This is for Destiny." He handed the baby the doll. Destiny took it and started to talk gibberish.
"She likes it. Thank you." Sabina said.
"Most certainly welcome." Mr. Smithers said. He gathered all the gadgets up, stuck them in a big bag and handed it to Alex. "Good luck."
"We're going to need it." Alex, Sabina, and Destiny left Mr. Smithers to his tinkering.