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

Vincent clapped his hands together. “Great, everybody’s friends! I don’t know about you people, but rampant bigotry always makes me hungry—let’s have lunch.”


After sandwiches, they adjourned to the apartment to map out a guard schedule. Rogers, the older, balding agent, preferred the day shift. “I’m too old to stay up all night like you youngsters.”


They ended up with Rogers taking the 8:00 A.M. to 4:00 P.M. shift, Nikoloz picking up from there until midnight, and Vincent taking the overnight watch.


“Of course,” Vincent mused, glancing at the Super 8 still sitting on the coffee table, “we may need to double up on them at times. I don’t imagine Margaret will be much trouble, but Billy’s a handful.”


Nikoloz rubbed the back of his neck. “I forgot to mention, Vika. I saw the girl smoking a marijuana cigarette. I should have told you.”


Chapter 20