Agent Mom and Dad

Action- Hot Water contest piece

"We finally got her, the Peterson's kid. We are going to get a pay-raise this time." A sickening laugh followed.

"To imagine we could get hold of the most feared spy duo's precious daughter so easily, they definitely weren't expecting us." More cackling.

I blinked a few times before I fully opened my eyes. I had a splitting headache from the chloroform they used on me (or at least I think it was chloroform. Isn't that what the kidnappers in action movies use? Anyways, back to the story.). Maybe I was still under its effects. How strong of a dose did they use? Despite the sharp pain in my head, I looked around the room I was held captive.

I was bound to a chair in the middle of the room that was otherwise bare of any other furniture. The walls enclosing the room were decorated with a thick layer of dust and grime, proving the fact that these people didn't even consider the thought of cleaning the room. If there was a prize for the dirtiest room, this place would win the prize, no sweat. Talk about hygiene!

The room was illuminated by a single light bulb hanging right above my head from the ceiling. The light barely reached through the room, casting massive shadows at the four corners, easily hiding any sort of threat. A single metal door to the left of the room was the only exit. The voices I heard before were coming from beyond the closed door. Now that we are on the topic of the voices, did they say that my Mom and Dad were spies?

I tried listening again to confirm whether or not my ears were playing tricks on me. I couldn't hear them that clearly because of some commotion going on above me. It almost sounded like a train. Were we under a subway or something? Anyways, because of the loud noise, I had to strain my ears to hear what they were saying. As the sounds overhead slowly died down, I could hear them speaking again.

"Heard they snitched on three more mafia gangs within just the last month," mentioned a gruff voice.

"Yeah, but after this, we can finally get rid of those Petersons for good. They'll come to rescue their beloved daughter but never return!" answered a more huskier voice, before letting out a booming laugh, to which his companion readily joined.

They continued to bicker. The more I listened, the more confused I got. So far from what I heard, I picked up a few things. Apparently, my parents were skilled spies who have been snitching on mafia gangs for the past twenty years. They've put over fifty mafia gangs out of business, including some of the most influential in the business, and are continuing to do so. Last, but not least, these guys were plotting to kill my parents.

First things first. Special thanks to the two kidnappers guarding my door for revealing so much information in the span of a half hour. Though I was in an extremely pitiful situation myself, I couldn't help but feel sorry for whoever who hired those two dimwits. I mean, didn't the thought that their victim could wake up and overhear their conversation ever cross their minds? Seriously, people? Anyways, back to the main focus.

My parents were secret agents who closed down over fifty mafia gangs? Being spies was hard enough to believe on its own, but FIFTY MAFIA GANGS?!? America, where did you go wrong?

But, I could swear my parents were not spies. My mom is a college lecturer while my dad works a nine-to-five job at a small company. Sure, sometimes they would spontaneously disappear for a week with no notice whatsoever, but these people can't be spies...right?

Spies wouldn't constantly change their hair colour or get fake tans when going out on vacation, right? Speaking of vacation, they wouldn't constantly go on vacation either. And, they wouldn't have weird clock-out times. And...and-HOLY BREADSTICKS! MY PARENTS ARE SPIES!