Agent R is in jeopardy, perhaps more so than any time in her life!
Her dance with Agent JQ was the highlight of the ball. All eyes were on the pair as they spiraled across the floor, the cold equations of grace and form balanced against the burning passion the two felt whenever they were close. The music had faded, and R had felt JQ’s gentle hand at the small of her back, pressing her gently toward one of the shadowed recesses at the edge of the hall. R shivered in her gown, from anticipation rather than the cool air on her bare skin, but what she thought would come next didn’t happen.
She felt the familiar sting of a needle, penetrating a vein. Betrayal! Nobody but JQ could get this close without alerting her finely-tuned senses. She saw, through fear-clouded eyes, his dark and diabolical smile. This couldn’t be the JQ she knew. What…?
Another face appeared in her vision. She fought against the drug, but to no avail. “He is mine now,” a woman’s voice came, haughty and triumphant. It was… Malice Chance! The Chinese super-agent, a pyrokinetic and criminal, who’d infiltrated the Garden once, then attacked the restaurant where JQ had almost proposed. R still remembers the lovely hand-wrought ring going up in flames as Chance’s super-psychic powers had flooded over the room, and she’d only managed to save herself and her lover with the extra-large ice cream dish she’d ordered.
Had Malice Chance developed telepathic powers as well? Was JQ under the thrall of this fiend? Or, worst of all - had R’s adventures ended her chances with JQ after all, as she’d feared? Had she been jet-setting too often, leaving him in the lab one time too many? Had his heart faltered? She could hardly imagine, and yet, the doubts in her heart were the last thought before she fell unconscious.
author: Bill G.