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

Nikoloz frowned. “I believe you said that you did not wish to speak with us.”


The man stepped back, an exaggerated expression of surprise on his face. “Whoa, now! We got us a foreigner, boys. What kind of accent is that?”


Vincent elbowed Nikoloz, who winced, but answered, “I am from Europe.”


“Where’s that?” one of the goons whispered. Another shrugged in reply.


The leader wasn’t so ignorant. “Europe, huh? That’s like saying I’m from North America. You got a country, European boy?”


Nikoloz heaved a sigh. “What will it take for us simply to return to Dr. Yarborough’s house without a fight?”


The man put both fists on his hips. “Well, ain’t y’all the little Mama’s boy?” He glanced around at his back-up team, most of whom were grinning. “I reckon I’ll let you go on your way if y’all lick my boots.”


Chapter 17