M007...Again

   (When we last left Fred, he had been assaulted by some PEANUTs and saved by Anthony, at which point they teamed up to take down the PEANUTs permanently)

   Fred and Anthony were walking the streets of London and Fred was reasoning out loud.
   “Now, first off,” he was saying, “We’ll have to find the PEANUT HQ.”
   “Why?” Anthony asked. “What would we do then?”
   Fred shrugged. “I dunno.  But it always seems important to know where your opponent’s base is.”
   Anthony thought for a moment. “It does.  But why?”
   “Because then you always know where your opponent is?”
   Anthony thought some more. “That sounds like a good reason.”
   Fred nodded. “Right.  So we have to keep moving all the time so that they don’t find out where we are.  Then we’ll always have the advantage.”
   “Except that they have weapons, money, and terrorizing influence.”
   “Yeah, except for that.”
   “So, really, we have no advantage at all.  And even if we did know where they have their HQ, we would still have no advantage.”
   Fred glared at the ground. “Yeah, so?”
   Anthony shrugged. “I’m just wondering what we’re going to do now.”
   Fred deflated. “I don’t know.”
   Anthony looked at him. “Really?”
   “Yeah.  I’ve just been tossed around, from one group to another.  Now that I’m on my own, I don’t know what to do.”
   Anthony patted him on the back. “Good thing I’m here then.”
   Fred gave a weak smile, which died. “But what are we gonna do?”
   “Well you could get in the car.”
   Fred and Anthony both jumped at least a foot, Fred maybe went two feet.  Sitting on the street next to them was a sleek, black car, and leaning on an open door was John Smith, head of M007. 
   “By Jove!” Anthony let out. “Where did you spring from?”
   John smiled and gestured up the street. “From there.”
   Anthony glared at him. “Who are you?”
   “Anthony,” Fred said. “Let me introduce you to John Smith, head of M007.  John, Anthony, my partner.”
   “M007?” Anthony looked puzzled. “What’s that?”
   “Super secret British intelligence agency, so I’m told.”
   Anthony’s puzzled look didn’t leave. “I’ve never heard of it.”
   “Outside of the agency, and you two, no one has,” John said.
   “Why are you telling us?” Anthony asked.
   “We already told Fred.  And since you’ve partnered with him, we couldn’t quite avoid telling you.”
   “Oh.” Anthony was silent for a second. “Does this mean you’ll have to kill me if I tell anyone about it?”
   John nodded.
   Anthony grinned. “Cool.”
   “So what do you want?” Fred asked.
   “I would like for you to get in the car,” John replied.
   “Okay.”
   Fred started to get into the car, but Anthony grabbed his arm and stopped him.
   “Don’t get in the car, Fred!”
   “Why not?” Fred asked.
   “Because they always tell you to get into the car, then they drug you and drag you away to who knows where and conduct all sorts of terrible experiments on you!”
   Fred stared at Anthony strangely. “You’ve watched too many movies.”
   “Be that as it may, it doesn’t make it impossible.”
   “Maybe not, but it is highly unlikely.”
   “So there is still a possibility!”
   Fred reached out and grabbed Anthony’s arm. “Will you just get in the car already?”
   “No!” Anthony braced his feet. “You can’t make me!”
   “They have a pet alligator named Alexander that we can have if we help them.”
   Anthony jumped into the car, shutting the door on John in his haste. “Let’s go!”

   To be continued…