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 winced as Vincent sponged off the furrow with hydrogen peroxide. “The bubbles taste like sardines.”


“I see you’re still tripping, partner.”


“Catch the gauze before it wiggles away. Yes, Vikushka, I am still high.”


“I can’t believe I was rescued by a ten-year-old kid and a man on an acid trip.”


Billy spoke up. “I’m supposed to tell you I didn’t have any sleep bombs. I got kidnapped and Mr. Donauri rescued all of us.”


“Probably a good idea. Our employers might not look too kindly on my partner for giving you a weapon.”


Margaret sat up, rubbing her wrists. She’d been tied longer than Vincent. Her arms must ache abominably. She spotted Nikoloz and let out a shriek. “They killed you! I saw them shoot you. Twice.”


“I had knock-out pellets loaded.” Nikoloz gave her a bleary glance, then winced again as Vincent pulled the edges of the furrow together and taped a line of gauze pads over the wound. “That hurt, Vikushka.”


Chapter 46