Cold War, hot spies, y'all. Vincent and Kolya are back -- in the Deep South. They must protect a brilliant chemist and his family while the man completes the new formula he's promised to sell to T.H.R.U.S.T.<br><br>The assignment should have been a piece of pecan pie, but F.I.S.T. has its eye on the formula, and the local rednecks take exception to a bunch of Damn Yankees moving into their territory. Can the two spies keep the family safe? Will the doctor's two precocious children sabotage the whole assignment?<br><br>And what about Vincent and Kolya's new relationship? This is their first assignment since they made the decision to move in together. Can they cope with the strain of the job ... and the humidity? Or will their new romance be put on the back burner along with the grits and collard greens?

Southern Fried Spies

“Let us look into it, Donauri. We’ll get back to you.”


He switched the receiver to vibrating mode so that it would not interrupt their conversation with the usual soft “beep” and returned to the restaurant. Millie was at the table, talking to Dr. Yarborough. She shot him a suspicious glare and returned to the front counter as he resumed his seat.


“We’ve just been having quite an interesting discussion of you evil Russians,” Vincent said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Millie blames you fellows for the common cold.”


“We did not invent the cold,” Nikoloz replied. “It is a capitalist plot to sell medication.”


He turned to Dr. Yarborough. “Headquarters is investigating the possibilities. They will contact us shortly with some options for you and your family.”


“I suppose we should drive out and meet the kids,” the doctor replied.


Chapter 3