We
made our way deep into the veritable bowels of Texas with little incident
yesterday. Well, there was that one time
when we were just eight minutes (per Google maps Siri) from our final
destination. An emergency stop had to be
made. No questions asked. It simply had to happen. And this time it wasn’t even my demand that
made it such an emergency. Our junior
agent Cailyn made the initial request, which rapidly evolved into a strongly
urged suggestion, before exploding into an all-out demand. Hey, I’ve been in her shoes (except she
wasn’t wearing any shoes). We were
thankful that a way station appeared just after our exit and we were able to
control the situation just long enough.
Apparently the facilities weren’t the best we have seen, but when you
are involved in a case with senior agent and master-driver Chris, you often
have to accept what comes. Sometimes
when you gotta go … well, you just gotta go.
Our
arrival was heralded by newly installed junior junior agent Luke. He has finally come of age where he can begin
his field training, and the requisite celebration is on tap for later this
afternoon. He did receive several of his
training tools this morning, however.
Older brother agent Caleb (Hey, when you are in this business, all
relationships are like family. I have it
on good authority, though, that these particular connections are closer than
business) presented him with a powered fire engine replica for practicing stage
one missions on the tabletop. Brother
Zak came through with a level two remote controlled police vehicle. It will be useful for more detailed mission
replications, and some have said that the actual drone capabilities in these
small vehicles make them a dreaded part of every agent’s arsenal. Finally, senior agents Mom and Dad presented
him with an actual mission quality helmet.
Well, I say finally, but it was not to be so.
Word
came in that enemy agents had been seen approaching the vicinity of home base,
and estimates placed them in direct connection with home base by 10:30. Agents, regardless of battle status, would be
all-hands-on-deck for this one. With
that disturbing report verified, senior agents Mom and Dad swallowed hard. Determinedly, Dad left the room for a brief
moment, then reappeared with a call for all agents to fall in in front of
him. Directing his attention toward
young Agent Luke, he made that fateful declaration. “You are ready. You have the helmet. Now receive your vehicle.” And with that, he opened the door of the special
operations room. There, in all its
glory, was a Luke-sized race-quality vehicle.
No more training on this day.
This is the big time. “Junior
Junior Agent Luke, you are hereby promoted to full Junior Agent status. You have about two hours to become proficient
on your vehicle. I suggest you begin.”
And
begin he did. Junior Agent Luke leapt
astride the car and sped off, ignoring the warnings the more conservative Senior
Agent Nani. Cheered on by a certain other
senior agent (who may or may not have suggested he try driving down the stairs)
and his other fellow agents, Junior Agent Luke mastered the controls and was
driving like a pro within mere minutes.
So masterful was he, in fact, that he returned to the more controlled tabletop
and drone operations to fill in some of the blanks in his all-too rapid
training regimen.
As
I write this report the clock is ticking.
Time for the expected invasion is almost upon us. But we are ready. All senior agents are prepared. All junior agents are focused. And that newest Junior Agent Luke is chomping
at the bit to see some real action. It
is coming, young Luke. It is coming.
Galatians
3:26-28 says, “You are all sons of God through
faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed
yourselves with Christ. There is neither
Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ
Jesus.”
Father,
thank you for celebrations and fellow agents who seem like real brothers. Amen.
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