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By bigbabymikey1062 · Posted
Daddy sees Benny pushing, and the smell hits the air And he says: "Phew. I think I have a stinky baby on my hands. Let's finish with our food, and then I'll change him" Daddy starts spooning out the last of the baby food -
By lollygagger · Posted
I'm looking forward to it, hopefully Friday. -
By Little Lamb · Posted
I think You've got the númber wrong there... or maybe not, chapter skip? Anyway, very nice start to a story, I wonder how deep we'll get into mastermind's well... mind. Heheh Lots of very fun and complex thoughts and feelings to be had with his specific power-set and situation. And of zoey's too. Hoping for more chapters soon. -
By littleben238 · Posted
Benny starts eating his baby food and drinking his bottle in between when Daddy eats. Of course, his face gets messy. But while he drinks his bottle, he concentrates and starts pushing a mess into his diaper, so now he looks even more like a toddler: messy on both ends. -
INTERMISSION “Good Morning, Bob Rowland, Sino-American Investments; how can I help you?” “It's your father, Robert. I thought that I'd give you a call, see how things are going. How's the Korean coming along?” “Hey, Dad, it's good to hear from you. Oh, and it's Japanese, not Korean.” “My mistake. I do get them mixed up.” “Now that we've got that cleared up, what's on today's agenda?” “Two things. First, we have hard evidence that Songbird is in direct contact with Soviet intelligence, which is actively searching for the hatchlings. It is possible that they have positioned an asset near Songbird, but the finding lacks confidence. Eyes open, but do not jeopardize your cover.” “Understood. We are approaching end of term; in three weeks, I will lose contact with Songbird until mid-January.” “We are committing additional resources to your sector, which leads to the second item. It is now confirmed that Songbird and Scarecrow are intimate. We expect our brethren to activate the beta protocol within the next twenty-four hours. Do try not to stumble over their feet.” “I'll do my best,” Rowland smiled. While the CIA had to work around its charter to engage in domestic operations, his own outfit suffered under no such constraints. Hidden in the budgetary shadows where funding took the preposterous form of six hundred dollar hammers and ten thousand dollar toilet seats, STD was merely the latest incarnation of an elite unit with a worldwide brief. In one form or another, it had been around for years, plugging the glaring hole that had emerged in the postwar intelligence superstructure. And, for a time, Songbird had been at once its most colorful and valuable asset-- the glue that held a multilingual unit together. The unit was dismantled when it became clear that Songbird would never return to the field, and the whole department got flushed less than two years later. But like a Phoenix risen from the ashes … “The description was generic,” Rowland went on to say, “but last night Songbird showed up on the local news … decorated, now crippled war hero. Sir, if the local press finds out about his daughter, odds are the story will go national; romance and tragedy make the news go round.” “Give me a heads up if it happens … highest priority. I don't want to reinforce the security detail … the island is a black hole in our budget … but ...” “I understand, Sir, but the girl is worth her weight in gold … her weight, and then some.” Rowland, code name Mister Pink, had spent a year on the island in a supervisory capacity. Remote, wind and storm swept, the abandoned Air Force radar installation had been home to the project for the past five years. No one could approach it by sea or by air, and as best they knew, no one had ever tried. “True. Now, moving on … give me an update on Eagle, Bluebird, and Raven. We're getting nothing useful on the tapes.” “Nothing to report on this end, either. Scarecrow is cozying up to Spitfire, but whether or not she is jockeying for leverage over Bluebird is unclear. There is a lot of recent activity at the Eagle's nest … furniture deliveries, for the most part. Purpose still indeterminate.” “Songbird has a meeting in the works with the Soviets in Athens, date yet to be decided. The Agency wants hard intel on Teheran, but it's the Russians who are pressing, and no one has a clue. It smells like horse trading, but the brethren are keeping their cards close to the chest.” “Makes sense. I'll talk to the Professor after class … find out whether he'll be holding office hours over the term break, that sort of thing. Maybe I can get a sense of his timetable.” “The brethren are getting nervous. He's rejected a mission to Poland, and he's ignoring overtures for another round of camel races in the Libyan wastes. Songbird knows everybody, and our colleagues have no backups to plug the holes when he calls it quits.” “Funny about that. But falling in love does tend to have an effect on one's priorities.” “Yeah. Keep on top of the goings on at Eagle's nest. If Songbird is moving in, security will soon be cluttering up the premises. Observe and evaluate, but again, do not risk your cover. He poses no immediate threat, and the Deputy Director can't sneeze without me holding a hankie to his nose. We've got it covered on this end; your job is to make sure that we have no nasty surprises out there.” Rowland stayed on the line until he heard the click, then he quietly hung up. If Langley was going to beef up its presence and his own department was sending reinforcements, the chances were good that someone would slip up and give the game away. The Professor was nobody's fool, and he was far too experienced an operative to be rendered deaf, dumb and blind as a consequence of falling in love. And God help the agent who makes the mistake of underestimating Songbird because of the diapers. Said agent will be returning home in a body bag. Bob actually liked Songbird, who was a first-class teacher. But there was no room for sentimentality in his business, and the man was a threat of the highest order. It was very much to be hoped, therefore, that a fatal accident was at least in the planning stages. One of STD's predecessors had staged a drunk driving incident to eliminate Songbird's parents, and it seemed like a scenario that could be used to sanction him as well. After all, Songbird did like to drink ... To excess.
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