Skirted Spies: Season 1

Episode 10-1: All Foxes are Sidekicks

Connecticut, Hartford: Unknown Location

Another cigarette sparks up and illuminates the dark alleyway in dim lighting. It had been Clyde's third one since we landed in the drop off zone, not even returning to Adams with the mission results. He's stopped shaking after the first smoke was inhaled in three minutes, but he continues on, determined to finish the whole pack before the end of the night.

I lean against a wooden fence that borders a residential home from the public alleyway, staring at Clyde blow the smoke out. I really can't blame him for this onslaught of poor health choices. After all, I'd just told him that he was diagnosed with a serious mental illness.

"Clyde," I start while pushing off the fence, "look on the bright side. At least it wasn't diagnosed as terminal...yet. Also, that ghost version of me is extremely helpful."

He shoots a furious glare at me. "Yeah, that yet word doesn't help me feel any better."

"I'm sorry, Clyde. I really am sorry. If it makes you feel any better, the good doctor sent me an email about what was in that angel's lantern. I could show it to you, maybe get a better light on what we're dealing with."

He walks towards me, his intimidating stance fills me with caution. "You mean what I'M dealing with."

I pull out my phone and open up the email from Dr. Nivans and hand it to Clyde. He takes it with unnecessary force and begins reading on the tiny screen.

"In accordance with the sample and it's experiments," he reads out loud, "we have determined that the substance is concentrated bio-luminescent molecules. Normally, these molecules would not have such an effect as it displays now, but the tests show that they have been modified to an extreme level. Rather than just illuminate in dark areas, these molecules have come to understand regeneration and life, somewhat protecting its organic host (Clyde Barker). In a chain reaction of unsupervised life forms, they have evolved into its own entity, portraying itself to its host as a relatable memory from the brain (Troy Hearth). In order for the host's body to support two life forms, the body must adapt and change anatomy to suit the needs of both life essences (i.e. extra blood and blood passageways)."

There's more to the email, but I think Clyde gets the message as he hands me my phone and laughs softly to himself. "So, I'm basically pregnant?" he asks with a warm smile spreading across his face.

Oh my, I never thought of it that way. I smile too and nod in agreement, chuckling away at Clyde's clever joke. At least he's having fun with it.

"A couple more questions," he says, putting on a puzzled face once again. "Firstly, Jacob's box had the power to interfere with these...molecules. What was that box exactly?"

"The tech lab came back with it just being an ordinary radio. It was broken and could only produce a low-sounding pitch. The sound waves vibrated the molecules too hard, causing them to split apart. They wanted to scram from that pitch because prolonged exposure could crack their integrity."

"Smart little buggers aren't they. Secondly, why are you the image that they chose?"

"Now that, I don't know. Maybe they just went for the best looking guy in your memory banks." I say while placing my hands behind my head in a generic modeling pose.

He laughs, "No, that can't be right. I've seen sewer rats more attractive than you."

I fake gasp, "How dare you! I'll have you know that my mother tells me that I'm very handsome!" Suddenly, Clyde's happy face turns to one of skepticism as he stops laughing and looks at me intensely.