Bronwyn or James? (Chapter Three)
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Masterpieces: Literary Workshop and WMGAfter Bronze had feed and put the little girl to bed for the night, she realized that she had some explianing to do.
“She’s what? About five?” Silvester asked as she walked back into her Office. “That would make you thirteen when she born. Who’s the father?” His voice was laced with steel.
“First off Sylvester, it’s my body to do with what I want too. What’s it to you if I’ve slept with hundreds of men?” She asked retorically, “And second off, she’s not mine, well she is just not biologically. She was born in Nigeria, her parents were politicians who pissed off the wrong people.” Bronze sighed.
“I see, how long has she been here?” Sylvester asked.
“Since she was two. My french contact down there put the paper work through for me. It was only supposed to be for a week but then the consulate was attacked so she came home with me. She’s been legally mine for about four months. And as far as I know the only ones who know about her are Spike and I.”
“How exactly have you been keeping a kid hidden from the CEI?”
“You didn’t know about her until you saw us in the hall and you snuck in through the kitchen window. I’m a spy I know how to keep a secret secret. They don’t need to know about her, for her safety and theirs.”
“What about school? She needs an education Brownwyn.” Her father said wearily wondering how his daughter got so suborn.
“Between Spike and I she gets all the education she needs. Besides the only school with in reasonable distance is Brinestone’s, and I’ll be damned if they get their sadistic hands on her. By the way, you can’t keep calling me Bronwyn.”
“Why can’t I? I gave you that name I should be alowed to call you by it when I chose.”
“Because it’s not my name anymore. No one’s called me Bronwyn since I was eight. So from now on it’s Bronze or Bron, alright? Spike doesn’t even know what my real name is, nor I his.” Bronze sighed. “A lot has changed since in the last ten years Sylvester, especially me.”
The next morning Bronze decided to introduce her father to her house mate. “Spike this is Fangé Wolfe. Benjimin Tweety, Sylvester Weeks and Sylvester Wilcox. also known as Agent Silver.”
“Holy shit Bron! You’re keeping him here?!? I was ok with the girl, she’s an innocent, but him? That’s a bit much especially since he’s supposed to be dead! If they find him here….” Spike warned halfheartedly as he put groceries away.
“Young man, I don’t plan on being ‘found’ in your house by the CEI. From what I heard they believe that I am in southern Ontario on some godforsaken dairy farm.” Sylvester said offhandedly. ” Are you sure we can trust this one?” He asked eyeing Spike suspiciously.
“Considering that I don’t particularly trust you or many other people, yeah, he checks out.” Bronze said rolling her eyes and snatching a box of brownies from Spikes hand. “Annabelle needs a snack.” She said with a shrugg as she left the room.
“She’s lucky that I bought two boxes of those….” Spike muttered as he continued to put groceries away. “So Mr. Wolfe what brings you to my humble abode?”
“Checking up on my family. Never would have dreamed that she’d be here of all places though. How long have you two….”
“Been living together? Let’s see… if I’m twenty-four…. about six years now? Yeah that sounds about right, since I bought the place. She had graduated the acadamy and didn’t want to to have her home base in the dorm rooms so I offered the place to her. The rest is history.”
“I see….” The steel was back in Sylvesters voice.
“Relax Fangé, we’re not dating.” Bronze was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, eating a brownie. “Just house mates, no benefits.”
“Bron I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sylvester said the steel leaving his voice.
“I’ll bet. Spike did you get any more milk?”
“Naturally, I swear that kid goes through more milk then a cow.” He answered her as he poured two glasses and handed them off.
“Annabelle thanks you.”
“You actually thought we were dating?” Spike said with a smile as Bronze left the room. “Here’s a little advice concerning your daughter. Bronze follows the rule book so close she has it memorized. Annabelle is the first thing against code she’s ever done, except for taking other agents assignments when they don’t thionk that they can handle them. She doesn’t let people in, Annabell being the exception, which is why I didn’t object to a second secret housemate. That and the kid kinda grows on you.”
“How did you get assigned to her?”
“Chance. Originally I was training to be an agent but much to six generations worth of ancestors’ dismay, I am completely inadequate in the feild of of actual espionage. I am however, pretty proficient with a computer. More to the point, I was in a few of her classes, or rather she was transphered into some of mine. Let’s see… Osgood was the comissioner at the time, he decided that with an agent so young she should have a familiar voice relaying information. And here we are. That’s also how she ended up moving in with me. Do you want some coffe or something?”
“Coffee, black if you don’t mind.”
Spike stashed the empty bags of groceries under the sink and turned on the chrome coffee maker on the counter. He grabbed a couple of mugs and started spooning large amounts of sugar into his. “So how are we going to get you back into her good graces?”
“We?”
“No offence Fangé, but you haven’t exactly seen or spoken to your daughter in over a decade and I’ve been living with her for half a dozen years. Whether you like it or not you like it you need my help.” Spike told him as he poured the coffee. “Especially with the new Comissioner dogging Bron’s tail. The man’s the biggest perv on campus.” He paused to sip his coffee laced sugar, “Here you are, black.” He handed Sylvester the other mug.
“Who’s the new Comissioner?”
“Martin Manford, ex-Agent Bold. A real treat to work with if you get my drift. Bronze and I have dubbed him ‘Uncle Rufus” after my crazy homeless uncle. And if the boot fits….” Spike said with a dark look.
Sylvester started choking on his coffee, “Did you say Agent Bold?”
“Yeah, he made comissioner three months ago. Got some history there do you?” Spike asked slightly surprised at Sylvester’s reation, but passed him a tea towel to mop up the mess he was making of himself.
“You could say that…. Now that was an Agent who deserved to die on his first assignment. He was clumbsy as hell, a bad shot, a bad photographer and doesn’t know when to shut up. Almost got himself and several other Agents killed on a few occasions. Why in the hell of it did they make him Comissioner?”
“Nobody else knows either, and the way he’s going, Bronze might just kill him herself.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Lately she’s been getting what she calls ‘Rookie’ missions, you know the kind of work you’d give to a kid fresh out of the acadamy. She thinks he’s doing it to piss her off, he’s doing a good job of it too.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think that he does it because he likes the thought of her waiting for him in his office every couple of days. Like I said the man’s a dog. You know if it wasn’t for the fact that I know her so well, I’d worry about her. But fortunatly for us she knows how to take care of herself, just ask the punching bag downstairs.”
“Cheers to that…”
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