I wearily ran a hand through my black hair and sighed. I was incredibly, extremely, impossibly bored.
I was who-knows how deep in the Pacific and there was nothing to do. I couldn't read in the dim light, couldn't draw either, and my father was in an even worse mood than me.
He'd already backhanded me into a wall(which had left a nasty bruise on my jaw)for no apparent reason and I would be lucky to escape this with my sanity.
Guess I should introduce myself. I'm Ignis Conrad Siegfried and you'd have to be impossibly dim to not know that my father is Conrad Siegfried, vice-president of KAOS and temporary captain of this hunk of junk submarine.
As I was wondering how much trouble I'd get into if I set something on fire I heard a shout of surprise.
As I bolted into the cabin, hoping for some excitement, I saw him.
Maxwell Smart, Agent 86, reason my father had been jailed more times than I could count on my fingers.
I hissed a curse. He was bad news for us.
But my father was triumphantly taunting the agents and I hoped for once we could win.
Like that was going to happen.
