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?”“It’s pronounced Keeva dearie. Don’t s...

“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 sure that’s not true. Come along now, I’ll take you to your vehicle for this mission.”  “Oh, nice car. The latest model?”“Oh yes. And all the fixings from Department X. Mis...