Lies and Legends

Chapter 3

If you have ever tried to pick up a new hobby that your parents don't approve of? As I walked the few blocks to Mindy's house, that is exactly how I felt. And I needed to succeed without my mom knowing. Which, considering that she is a spy, was a hard thing to do.

I walked up the path to the door. I rang the doorbell and Mindy answered almost immediately. "Hey there, Missy. What's up?" she asked.

I smiled sadly. "I'm missing my dad."

"Come on in, Missy," she said, ushering me inside. She pulled my arm, shutting the door behind me. Pushing my shoulders, she led me into the living room. The TV was on the History channel. She sat me down on the couch, then stood in front of me with her arms crossed.

"What do you know about that?" she demanded sternly.

"Am I not supposed to know about it or-" I said, but the look on her face made me stop and tell her what she wanted to know. "All I know is that he was kidnapped and that my mom tried to stop it but she was knocked out and then they took him."

"Good. That's all you need to know. In fact, you shouldn't know anything. If the agency found out, she would be in serious trouble. You are not to tell anyone what you know. Understood?" she asked.

"Yes. I understand," I confirmed. "But if nobody is supposed to know, then how do you know?"

"He's my brother. I knew before anyone, besides your mom," she explained. "I am one of the unit heads at Langley. I make it my business to know everything going on; in my unit and in everyone elses."

"Mindy... Can I ask you something?" I forced out.

"What is it, Missy?" she asked.

"I feel like I need to do something. Like I need to help you guys solve this and get him back. I was thinking last night and a thought struck me. The way my mom explained it, the second the bad guys showed up, she was knocked unconcious. But If I know my dad, he wouldnt go down without a fight. For goodness sake this is a guy who arm wrestles to solve arguments."

"Anyway, the attackers would have either hit my mom in the head with their gun or their fist. They would've been too good to bring anything else but themselves and maybe a few guns. Any equipment they needed would have to be placed directly on their person. Which means that only what they absolutely needded would be taken. And unless they were going in through the roof somehow, it is quite unlikely that they would have any at all."

"So lets get back to my mom getting hit in the head thing. She was either hit with a fist or a gun. And if I am not mistaken, both would leave a mark, which they haven't, and both wouldn't put her out for as long as it took for them to break down my dad. Which means that she is either lying to me or she is lying to the CIA. Or both." I finished. A look of admiration, confusion, and utter speechlessness crossed my aunt's face.

"You thought of that last night?" she demanded.

"Yes. I was going to sneak out to see you but Nana stopped me and kinda let it slip, purposly, that you worked for the CIA too," I explained. "So after I went up to bed, I couldn't sleep, and I thought of that."

"Wow. I hope you realize that even a seasoned operative like myself totaly missed that detail. You would make a great spy one day," she said, beaming.

"Thank you. But I still have my question," I said.

"Right. What is it?" she inquired.

"Will you teach me to be a spy?" I said to her.

The sound of a car door slamming drifted in through an open window. With a smile, she turned turned to me. "I don't think I'll have to."