Agent on the Run (The Agents for Good) (15 page)

There were gasps around the room by some, but most gathered had been expecting the news. There were few dry eyes in the place though at having to see Chantry deliver it with the emotional dignity that he did. Everyone in the room knew that he was the one most affected by the decision to close the Agency down.

“I regret that this day has come for the Agency that I had hoped would go on without me, but I do not regret what I’ve done here. What all of us and those who have gone on before us have done here! We truly have done good in this world with our efforts here. When others have turned away and allowed evil to reign we didn’t! We stood in the gap and defended the innocent, the poor, and the downtrodden. Our success is not measured by how many graves our fellow agents have filled, but rather by how many lives we have saved, made better and freed from tyranny. Our work here will follow each and every one of us into eternity, because I have always placed my Creator at the heart of everything I have ever sought to accomplish with this Agency. The Father above has blessed me in particular, beyond my wildest expectations of what a small group of ordinary people gifted from above with special talents and strengths of purpose could do to affect the greater good of so many. You are all heroes because of what you have stood for and sacrificed while in this Agency, but that work does not stop here! As you leave this Agency you take with you everything that you were here and I challenge each and every one of you to take your God-given abilities and battle won experiences and brandish them bravely in whatever community or corner of the world that you may reside in and that you might affect our world for good and never evil. I send you forth, as if you were my own children, for that is how I regard you to be. I’d like to impart a blessing upon all of you before you go and then I’d like to personally say goodbye to each and every one of you before you go as I have things to say to each of you personally.”

Without further ado Chantry began in prayer, “Heavenly Father I thank you for the years that I’ve been privileged to serve with so many of the finest people I have ever known. Bless them, keep them, and enable them to do great and powerful things for Your Kingdom. Give them peace and safe havens within which to rest from there many arduous labors and always I pray, lend them Your favor in great abundance, as You’ve never ceased to keep from blessing me with it. In Jesus’s Name I ask these things. Amen.”

Amen was echoed throughout the room. Chantry smiled and cleared his throat of some of the emotion that he was experiencing, “One last item of note before we say goodbye. Long has it been a source of great speculation and conjecture by agents and our enemies alike I daresay, as to the seemingly limitless source of funding that our Agency has been blessed with through the years.”

Chantry paused for a moment before continuing, “The question as to who our benefactor has been will remain a secret much to the chagrin of those of you curious on this matter.”

Chuckles sounded out throughout the room, as to the continual wonderment of many, as to the unanswered question of funding, but Chantry’s words confirmed what Maria had already suspected.

“However our generous benefactor has graciously set aside some funds, as the last act of the Agency that are to be gifted to each and every one of you and the families of those who have fallen, as a result of their and your faithful service to the Agency. While the gifts you all will receive are extravagant they are but a small token of the level of appreciation that our benefactor has for the efforts that you have put forth to be agents of good in this world, unlike those out for their own gain and desires that far outnumber us, but have never equaled us as individuals. I will now say goodbye. Maria if you would please wheel me to the door and we’ll get started.”

Everyone stood within the room, as the white haired old man was wheeled to the door by Maria. The remnant of Chantry’s final self did no justice to the lionhearted individual he had been throughout life. He had a heart that still beat within his chest with yearning to accomplish yet more for the cause of good, limited only by the trappings of mortality, by which all mankind except for the select few eventually fall prey to.

Such is the way of man upon the Earth, until the day when those who believe and put their trust in the Savior are called by name to inherit immortality. They will be clothed in bodies incorruptible in order so that they may praise the King of all creation for all of eternity.

Chapter Thirteen

Toymaker

I stared at the mass panic caught on screen for our viewing pleasure, as little robot dudes raced around in panic on the spaceship hovering above the Earth. It would seem that their great weapon furnished by one Jane Sola was targeting them instead of humanity. I glanced to the side at April and gave her a thumbs up.

She blushed slightly, “I wouldn’t have been able to do it if it wasn’t for the instructions that Elon gave me.”

Elon spoke up, “You’re too modest April. While I may have helped you I am in no way a technological virtuosos such as you. Engineering that weapon the way you did is nothing short of genius.”

At his words April blushed even more.

I was so proud of her. What man could say that his woman saved the world? I could and I said as much.

April leaned close to me and whispered into my ear, “How many girls can brag about how their man helped save them both spiritually as well as physically? I can!”

I pulled April close as our lips melded into a kiss of mutual passion, as the screen before us showed the last panicked moments of First Officer robot dude and his panicked minions before they got zapped by their own weapon, which had just finished up removing all the last elements of the Code from Earth.

Vaguely through the heat of the kiss I heard Elon say, “I find it ironic that someone cruelly manipulated by the Code should be the one to be given authorship over the Code’s destruction based in no small part because of the abilities given to her by the Code’s own lawless experimentation.”

Yes that was ironic. I started to lose myself in the kiss again, when a thought occurred to me that had me breaking contact with April and turning towards Elon. “How are we going to get back to Earth?”

He just smiled, “I’ll show you, but finish your kiss first.”

Alright then, in faith I turned back to April, but she was craning to see around me at Elon, “Just how are we going to get back to Earth Elon?”

Elon chuckled and stepped forward placing a hand on our shoulders, “Why don’t I show you.”

My eyes were still open, but I wasn’t looking at the interior of a moon base anymore.

“Where are we?” April squeaked out.

“The city of Prague.” Elon responded with calmly.

April was panicked, “Elon people will see me and…….”

Elon opened the door of the shop we were standing in front of, as he cut April’s panicked response off with, “It’s why we came here April. After you two.” He said holding the door open.

Timidly April stepped into the shop and I followed.

It was a toy shop, only everything was obviously handcrafted to perfection. A rarity in the world of toys anymore, where everything was prefabricated and made out of plastic.

A bespectacled older man approached us his eyes fixed on April, who was blushing in embarrassment at his study of her.

“May I please dear?” He asked, as without waiting for a reply he lifted one of April’s hands obviously in awe at the structure of the metallic components.

“Extraordinary!” The old man said.

He glanced up to April’s embarrassed face, “Extraordinary as you are my darling I rather you’d like to change the presentation of things up a bit wouldn’t you?”

“I………” April didn’t get a chance to respond, as the old man started leading her away talking as he did so, “Just finished the last mold half an hour ago. Most peculiar thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I started to follow, the Elon held me back.

I looked to him, “What do you suppose he’s going to do to her?”

“I don’t know. How about we wait and see.” Elon said, as he went over to a bench and lay down on it. Despite the apparent uncomfortableness of the hard bench Elon actually looked comfortable in appearance at least.

Puzzled I asked, “You know this man?”

“Never seen him before in my life.”

“What……” I started to ask, but stopped as I heard a light snore.

I turned back to Elon to see that he was fast asleep. Somehow so mundane a task as sleeping seemed alien to the superhuman aspects that I had gleaned so far of Elon’s impressive array of attributes. Could Elon really just be as human as the rest of us?

One thing was apparent; he needed sleep just like the rest of us did. I sat down to wait, anxious to know what was going on behind the closed door where April had been led off to.

Five hours later.

April stared at herself in the mirror in awe as she reached her fingers up to touch her face. It was as if she’d never lost her hands. She flexed her fingers and wiggled them. The palms of her hands shifted from a slight pink to the more even tone of the white skin of the back of her hand, which traced up her arm and blended into her shoulder seamlessly, as it was a perfect match for her natural skin color.

Everything looked so real!

She even had fingernails!

She didn’t know why, but just the thought of being able to paint her fingernails brought tears of happiness pouring down her face.

“I can’t believe this is happening! You’re sure this is going to stay on?” April asked softly, as she continued to stare at herself in the mirror.

“Oh yes my dear! My concoction is basically a ballistic type jelly that I’ve added a few things to. It’s very durable and completely flexible, as well as being fully cleanable. It feels just like flesh to the touch. About the only thing you can’t do with it is to get a tan, so you’ll have to watch your exposure to the sun if you don’t want there to be a noticeable difference between that of your arms and legs in comparison to the rest of you.”

April nodded, as she continued to stare into the mirror.

She addressed another private worry to the old toymaker, “What if I do damage to the jelly in some way by cutting it or burning it accidentally?”

“In case that should happen dear it’s a simple fix. I’ll simply send my jelly recipe and the molds I’ve made along with you. If you need to you can whip up a batch and reform any appendage that you need to with a little help from someone else.”

Wiping her tears away April enfolded the old man in a hug, “Thank you so much! You don’t know what this means to me!”

“Oh I think I do. Women were created to be beautiful and you my dear look absolutely sensational, if I do say so myself.”

April pulled back some, “How can I ever repay you for this?”

Harold Grimsley wiped at his moist eyes before he gruffly replied, “I’ve made toys and repaired toys all of my life following in the footsteps of my father and his father before him and so on. But today has been special, because I’ve done much more than just work honorably in the traditions of my fathers. Today instead of repairing a toy I’ve helped to repair an individual. What more payment than that could I ask, as the crowning achievement of all my years as a craftsman?”

April hugged Harold again fiercely to her as tears started again.

The sound of a door closing jarred me awake and away from the wall I had been leaning against.

Startled I glanced up and the sight that I saw had me surging up to my feet, “Oh wow!” I exclaimed.

My eyes started at the gracefully formed toes that led into high feminine arches, as feet turned into delicate ankles which moved upward into sleekly muscled calves that gracefully rounded out to soft knees that blended seamlessly with April’s toned thighs.

My eyes took in her hands and arms, as my eyes finally traced up to hers wonderingly. She was smiling at me. She wasn’t just smiling though; she was smiling with the confidence of a woman who knew she looked good. It was a great look on her!

She stepped up close to me and folded her arms, which I would’ve sworn were real up around the back of my neck, as she leaned in against me. Her blue eyes probed into mine teasingly as she asked, “You like?”

Her complete beauty was so overwhelming to me that I stammered to come up with words to respond with, “You’re like the best present that’s ever been given to me other than my salvation. Every day with you is going to be like waking up on Christmas morning.”

Her eyes seemed to glow high with emotion and then they swirled into the picture of the sensual. She curled upward on her toes and brought her lips to my ear to say in her sexy voice, “If I’m your present baby I can hardly wait for Christmas morning so you can unwrap me to enjoy everything about me that was crafted to bring you joy.”

Desire slammed into me like a mule kick to the gut and she pulled her head back from my ear laughing softly, as she was fully aware of the rampaging need she had just created within me for her. She held up one graceful finger in front of my face, “But other things come first my dear.”

“Like a shotgun wedding!” I said in eagerness.

She chuckled, “Yes that, but I was actually thinking of something else before that.”

“What?” I said blankly.

Her eyes turned eager and she looked as giddy as a schoolgirl, “I need clothes Sir! Pretty clothes and shoes and above all I need nail polish! Can you take me shopping pretty please!” She was almost jumping up and down in my arms.

“Well I suppose something like that could be arranged. I’d say you’re due a shopping spree or two for saving the world and all of humanity.”

She squealed and grabbed my arm tugging me towards the door, “Come on!”

Elon and Harold watched through the toy shop’s window both of them smiling benignly, as they watched April tug a laughing Sean formally known as Agent Utah Blaine down the street.

Harold spoke into the peaceful silence of the shop, “Do the ways of God ever fail to amaze you?”