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Hidden Doyle
by Longstrt

Raymond Doyle, better known as 4.5, stared at his partner, William Bodie - - well maybe that wasn’t true anymore about Bodie being his partner. The tall, handsome agent had just come blasting (that was the only word for it) out of Cowley’s office. It was easy to tell that Bodie was fuming and that no volcano on earth could rival the man for more explosive power at the moment.

Bodie’s fury could barely be contained. He almost had to bite his lips to keep even a minimum of control, “Do you know what that old man just did? He stuck me with Newsome!”

“Newsome? You don’t mean that new agent who thinks he’s God’s gift to the agent world?”

“You got it. I have been informed by his Imperial Highness that I need to help shave off Newsome’s rough edges so that he can go into the field full time.”

“Shave off the edges? That’s a laugh - - who’s going to shave off your edges; I’ve been trying to do that for years.”

“That’s funny, Doyle. Well, I am ready to tell that old ba****rd to take this job and shove it.”

( Doyle had heard... )