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

The voice from the ventilation shaft came again. “I’m not a child, either. I’m a super-secret agent for an international spy agency. I can keep all of us safe, Evil Overlord. You don’t need to worry about anything.”


“Get out of that dam-darn ventilation system, son. This instant.” The doctor turned to Nikoloz, a long-suffering expression on his face. “I’m sorry about this. I know it’s going to be chore keeping up with them.”


The ductwork behind the wall crackled and buckled as Billy crawled away. Shortly, he appeared in the doorway: a gangly youngster dressed in a black shirt and trousers, covered with spider webs. He held a small tape recorder and a variety of objects hung from his belt. Nikoloz spotted a flashlight, a loop of cord, an old telephone receiver, and a Swiss Army knife. “I have recordings of your voices,” he told Nikoloz, narrowing his eyes behind the round lenses of his eyeglasses. “The Agency will soon identify both of you.”


Chapter 4