direction.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!”
“Oh, hi, Hottie Matt, I mean Agent Matt. We’re just—Eeeek!”
Yvonne had taken aim, and directed another shot at the coffeemaker, then kept on squeezing the trigger, sending round after round tearing through the machine. Smoke funneled out of the appliance, and water sprayed all over as Yvonne blasted away, the gunshots thundering through the cafeteria.
Finally, the noise died away, and Yvonne lowered the gun tentatively, still squinting at the machine, daring it to retaliate.
“What the hell!” cried Matt, holding an empty mug in his hand.
“We caught the machine spying on us, Agent Matt,” squeaked Izzy, a little breathless.
“Spying? You caught the coffee machine spying on you?”
Izzy thought for a moment the man might explode. His face was all red and the veins on his temples were throbbing. But instead of spontaneously self-combusting, he stalked up to Yvonne and quickly wrested the gun from her fingers, then dropped it.
“Ouch!”
He stood blowing his fingers and glaring at Yvonne.
“You shouldn’t do that, Agent Matt,” commented Yvonne, pointing at the gun. “The barrel is hot from all that shooting.”
“I know that!” he growled. “Where did you get this gun?”
“Oh. Agent Frank gave it to me.”
“Frank—Frank gave this to you! Frank gave this to you!”
“He said it was standard issue.”
“He said—he said it was standard issue! He said it was standard issue!”
Izzy took out her own gun and showed it to Agent Matt. “I also got one, Agent Matt, but I haven’t used it yet.”
Matt changed his balance to favor his other leg, and nodded furiously. “You—you also got one! You also got one!”
Izzy thought it weird that Matt kept repeating his sentences. Perhaps he had suffered some form of brain damage from all those blows to the head? She decided not to voice that suspicion just then. The man seemed very upset for some reason.
Yvonne walked over to the coffee machine and gave it a once-over.
“Do you see any spies lurking inside the coffee maker?” yelled Matt.
“I’m not sure.” She gave the entire contraption a pull, and it fell to the floor with a crash. She eyed the tangle of wires and tubes suspiciously. “I’m no expert, though. I think we should have it looked at. By an expert.”
“By an—by an expert! You want to have the coffee machine looked at by an expert!”
“Yeah. Better ship it off to the lab. You do have a lab, don’t you, Matt?”
Izzy nodded vigorously. “And while you’re at it, Agent Matt, I think it would be best if you had this entire place swept for bugs. There must be hundreds of them.”
Yvonne pointed at her friend. “What she said.”
Matt babbled something unintelligible for a moment, then threw his hands in the air, and stalked out.
Izzy directed a critical eye at the man’s back. “He’s acting real strange, V. I’m not sure he didn’t sustain no brain damage.”
Yvonne eyed her blankly. “I’m not sure, either.”
Chapter 14
“I think we’re heading for disaster.”
Matt shook his head dazedly. He’d still not recovered from the coffee machine incident.
“Are you sure the machine didn’t hold the alleged spy equipment?”
Matt slammed his hand down on his desk. “It’s a coffee machine, Frank! Just a regular, dumb coffee machine!”
Frank held up his hands. “Just asking, Matt. I mean, if Yvonne and Izzy think there’s a camera hidden inside it, there must be some truth to the matter.”
“You know? I’m starting to think there’s something really, really wrong here.” Matt sniffed the air. “Something stinks, Frank.”
Frank wiggled his nose and inhaled sharply. “You sure? I don’t smell it.”
Matt ground his teeth. “Speaking figuratively here, Frank. Stay with me on this, all right?”
Frank blinked. “Okay, Matt.”
“Where did this intel come from in the first place?”
Frank’s brow furrowed as he thought
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!”
“Oh, hi, Hottie Matt, I mean Agent Matt. We’re just—Eeeek!”
Yvonne had taken aim, and directed another shot at the coffeemaker, then kept on squeezing the trigger, sending round after round tearing through the machine. Smoke funneled out of the appliance, and water sprayed all over as Yvonne blasted away, the gunshots thundering through the cafeteria.
Finally, the noise died away, and Yvonne lowered the gun tentatively, still squinting at the machine, daring it to retaliate.
“What the hell!” cried Matt, holding an empty mug in his hand.
“We caught the machine spying on us, Agent Matt,” squeaked Izzy, a little breathless.
“Spying? You caught the coffee machine spying on you?”
Izzy thought for a moment the man might explode. His face was all red and the veins on his temples were throbbing. But instead of spontaneously self-combusting, he stalked up to Yvonne and quickly wrested the gun from her fingers, then dropped it.
“Ouch!”
He stood blowing his fingers and glaring at Yvonne.
“You shouldn’t do that, Agent Matt,” commented Yvonne, pointing at the gun. “The barrel is hot from all that shooting.”
“I know that!” he growled. “Where did you get this gun?”
“Oh. Agent Frank gave it to me.”
“Frank—Frank gave this to you! Frank gave this to you!”
“He said it was standard issue.”
“He said—he said it was standard issue! He said it was standard issue!”
Izzy took out her own gun and showed it to Agent Matt. “I also got one, Agent Matt, but I haven’t used it yet.”
Matt changed his balance to favor his other leg, and nodded furiously. “You—you also got one! You also got one!”
Izzy thought it weird that Matt kept repeating his sentences. Perhaps he had suffered some form of brain damage from all those blows to the head? She decided not to voice that suspicion just then. The man seemed very upset for some reason.
Yvonne walked over to the coffee machine and gave it a once-over.
“Do you see any spies lurking inside the coffee maker?” yelled Matt.
“I’m not sure.” She gave the entire contraption a pull, and it fell to the floor with a crash. She eyed the tangle of wires and tubes suspiciously. “I’m no expert, though. I think we should have it looked at. By an expert.”
“By an—by an expert! You want to have the coffee machine looked at by an expert!”
“Yeah. Better ship it off to the lab. You do have a lab, don’t you, Matt?”
Izzy nodded vigorously. “And while you’re at it, Agent Matt, I think it would be best if you had this entire place swept for bugs. There must be hundreds of them.”
Yvonne pointed at her friend. “What she said.”
Matt babbled something unintelligible for a moment, then threw his hands in the air, and stalked out.
Izzy directed a critical eye at the man’s back. “He’s acting real strange, V. I’m not sure he didn’t sustain no brain damage.”
Yvonne eyed her blankly. “I’m not sure, either.”
Chapter 14
“I think we’re heading for disaster.”
Matt shook his head dazedly. He’d still not recovered from the coffee machine incident.
“Are you sure the machine didn’t hold the alleged spy equipment?”
Matt slammed his hand down on his desk. “It’s a coffee machine, Frank! Just a regular, dumb coffee machine!”
Frank held up his hands. “Just asking, Matt. I mean, if Yvonne and Izzy think there’s a camera hidden inside it, there must be some truth to the matter.”
“You know? I’m starting to think there’s something really, really wrong here.” Matt sniffed the air. “Something stinks, Frank.”
Frank wiggled his nose and inhaled sharply. “You sure? I don’t smell it.”
Matt ground his teeth. “Speaking figuratively here, Frank. Stay with me on this, all right?”
Frank blinked. “Okay, Matt.”
“Where did this intel come from in the first place?”
Frank’s brow furrowed as he thought
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