DarkeAngel

  It was less a building and more a hole in the ground, with some vague semblance of a door and a chimney sticking out of the mound of dirt to give it any indication of being a dwelling. Nevertheless, it was where the Tavern Wench had said it would be, and he had learned through various experiences that Tavern Wenches generally knew what they were taking about. The Knight-Errant strode up to the door and planted a hammer sized fist upon it. It opened almost at once. “Yes?” A voice, frail with the vissitudes of age, spoke from within.   “Is this KAFF-KAFF-KARRGH is this the dwellings of Mistress…cow-imm-hey?̶

“I’ve been waiting for you Agent…?”   “Agent N,” “Is that Agent M for mother or N for nanny?”   “*sigh* it’s N, for…nuclear bomb.” “Woah, ok, steady Agent. Little aggressive there don’t you think?”   “Sorry. It’s just that everyone asks that. HQ. Informants. Even the bad guys.” “Ouch.”   “Sometimes I wish I had just got a slightly lower score on the final exam. Agent O never gets questioned. Everyone thinks his code name is “cool”. He even gets better assignments than me.” “I’m