Episode 2:
The Return to Russia
Outfitted with a
new tux and some stylish club clothing, Spyfish (formerly known as Vladimir),
packed his bags and shined up his spork. HQ was sending him off to training.
Spyfish enjoyed the swim out to the remote tropical island. The nice warm sun
and the crystal clear water helped calm his nerves and relax him after his
perilous escape.
Spyfish
arrived on the island. He was met by a strange fat man. "Greetings,"
said the fat man. "I am professor Ackubar. You may call me Ack. Hurl your
spork at me."
Spyfish
glared at him nervously. He reached back his hand and hurled his spork at a
deadly velocity, but missed the professor by a mile. He swam over to retrieve
his spork. He couldn't believe his aim was that bad.
"I
had a feeling this would happen when they told me your special talent.
Unfortunately you must learn to hurl your spork more accurately if you intend to
use it for more than just stabbing. Here, use this," the professor said
handing him a new shiny spork, with a laser sight on it.
"I
can't get rid of this spork, it saved my life!" Spyfish said.
"It's ok,
you won't have to. We want to frame it and put it in the HQ museum. It will be a
relic for future generations to admire. Try out my new spork, I'm sure you'll
love it once you try it."
Spyfish
hurled the new spork, aiming the laser sight at the professor's arm. It hit
right on target, lodging itself in deeply, his arm bleeding
profusely!"
"ACK!"
the professor hollered.
"The poor man, he's barely remembering his own name, he's in so much pain.
I'd better go remove that thing from his arm."
"We've no time for that Spyfish," a message came in over the reciever
in his fin, "You must board the first plane to Russia, we have your first
assignment: Infiltrate the Russian Club Scene."
The
plane landed safely in Russia near a pond, and Spyfish slowly swam around,
exploring this locale. It was a nervous time for him, returning to the place he
had worked so hard to escape. But it was different now. This time he was
fighting against everything that had held him down for so long, and not running
away.
Through
the charming of some local female trout, Spyfish flashed his gold fins and got
the low down on some of the local Russian all-fish Dance Clubs, underground
clubs, of course. Perhaps it was time to put on the Versace and lay out a few
steps for justice.
Stay Tuned
until Next time for the future episodes of... SPYFISH.
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