(eng) K. E. Mills - Rogue Agent 04 by Wizard Undercover

Author:Wizard Undercover [Undercover, Wizard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

With a rattling chug-chug-chug the jalopy coasted to a halt in the deep kerbside shadows between lamp posts along the hushed, exclusive suburban Ott street. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Monk turned off the engine then squinted through the open driver’s side window. Please, please, let him have found the right place. Dodsworth had given him copious directions, but even so, having never been to the Blonkken embassy in broad daylight, let alone in the practically pitch dark, a mistake was entirely possible. And he couldn’t afford any mistakes.

Tickling at the edge of his potentia, a tug of familiar thaumaturgics. It felt like the hex he’d given Dodsworth to leave behind so he could get into the embassy undetected. To make sure though, because it was late and he was knackered and couldn’t be certain his potentia wasn’t playing him tricks, he took his little box of special hexes from the jalopy’s glove department and held it lightly in his hand. After a moment’s concentration he had his answer. Yes, the thaumaturgical signatures matched. He was in the right place.

And now that his eyes were accustomed to the fitful gloom, he could see in the distance the embassy’s back garden, tree-fringed and barricaded behind a high brick wall. Beyond that, if he squinted even harder, he could just make out the ambassadorial residence. It was well past midnight, and from the lack of lamplit windows in the ambassadorial residence it seemed fair to assume the occupants were by now conveniently asleep.

Perched on the back of the passenger seat, Reg chattered her beak. “All right then, sunshine. I’ve been wonderfully patient, but now I think it’s time you told me where we are and what we’re doing here.”

Holding up a finger, Monk continued to squint into the darkness. According to Dodsworth, his expert consultant, the Blonkken embassy wasn’t a big building. Two storeys only. For his purposes, its modesty was both good and bad. Faster to get around in, but not so much space to act as a cushion between the offices and the bedrooms. Probably fewer handy hiding places, too, should things go pear-shaped. Still, with any luck—

“Oy!” said Reg, and thumped him with her wing. “Have you gone suddenly deaf, or what?”

He glared at her, rubbing his head. “I wish you wouldn’t do that! How am I supposed to hex my way in there if you give me a concussion?”

“Hex your way in where? Monk Markham, where are we lurking?”

He couldn’t delay the moment of truth any longer. If he could’ve left her behind altogether he would have, because he knew, he just knew, the bird was going to kick up a stink. Except if he’d tried to leave her out of this she’d only have followed him. Like it or not, for as long as Gerald was off janitoring in Splotze, he and Reg were stuck with each other.

“Outside the Blonkken embassy.”

“The Blonkken embassy? Why in the name of—” And then Reg’s dark eyes widened. “Monk Markham,

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