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

It took nearly twenty minutes to travel the three blocks. He stayed low, utilizing every scrap of cover he could find. The tracker led him back to the gas station Billy had pointed out. Vincent studied the building from the doorway of the warehouse behind it. A typical station: built of cement blocks, painted a peeling white, with a shop on one side and a garage on the other. The worst part of his trek lay directly ahead, between the last building and the back of the gas station. He’d have to cross a long section of bare pavement. Luckily, the station didn’t seem to have windows on the back side—but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have a sentry posted flat on the rooftop where he couldn’t spot the man until it was too late. Vincent took a deep breath and ran.


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