Getting called to Avery Bullock's office for an assignment was just another day for Stan Smith. He was always ready to complete any task laid before him, and he thought he had seen it all. But despite completing dangerous missions overseas for the CIA on the regular and playing an instrumental key in world affairs, the mission prepared for him today was nothing he ever had before.
"Agent Smith, I'm going to need to ask you and your family to go to New York to meet with David Xanatos," Bullock said.
"The billionaire philanthropist?" Stan said. "But why sir?"
"He is an expert on the matter of gargoyles."
"Gargoyles. That was awhile back." He remembered the reports first heard on the news long ago back when he started out as a CIA agent, it became normalized in certain circles of New York, and soon after, most people in the country dismisssed it as tabloid nonsense right up there with Bat Boy from the Weekly World News before it soon faded from relevance. But being in the CIA meant that he knew the truth.
"Yes, these photos were mailed here from an unknown sender." He pushed forward some photos on his desk. They showed a dark humanoid shape in the night with glowing bloodred eyes. Even Stan had to swallow a lump in his throat. He had heard stories of Demona and Thailog, but never thought he'd be dealing them personally. "They want to pick a fight with us? I say we bring the fight to them. And if they are that bold, your family is in danger. They will be safest staying with Xanatos while you work to complete your mission."
"Sir, I was under the impression the NYPD had a Gargoyle Task Force."
"Smith, Xanatos reached out to us first. And from what I hear, that would involve you working with Detective Elisa Maza and her friends in the Manhattan Clan. They are still quite skittish when it comes to dealing with outsiders. I've already made the arrangements with his assistant Owen Burnett for you to stay at a high class suite. This envelope contains the address of the location you're to arrive at. Show it to the person who greets you and he'll take care of the rest."
"Yessir. Of course I understand." He turned around to leave.
"Oh, and Smith..."
"Yessir?" he said, turning back just as quick.
"Keep an eye on Hayley for me, will you?"
Stan blushed, and felt more than a bit awkward. Still, he kept his cool. "Uh, yes. Of course sir."
"Good, good. She is such a nice girl, isn't she? That sweet little behind of hers sure does run in the family!"
Stan was eager to change the subject and get out of the room as fast as possible. That last remark could be charged to mean either Francine or him. He was still was coming to terms with how his boss had turned him into a woman with the express reason of using his new female identity for sex. They had even almost gone all the way. And as much as he couldn't stand Jeff, he still hated the idea of her being with Bullock.
"Yessir, she is. I am very proud of my daughter. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He sensed Bullock was the on the verge of saying something else lewd and he quickly walked out before he was unfortunate enough to hear it.
When he got back home, it was only the afternoon.
"Stan, what are you doing back home so early?" said Francine.
"Good news honey! We're moving to New York!"
"Permanently?"
"Well, only as long as it takes to complete my mission. I'm going to be hunting monsters, so you'll be staying at a penthouse while I'm gone."
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