Agent in the Dark (The Agents for Good) by Guy Stanton III Page A

chick couldn’t wait to save me.
    “So what about you? What do you believe?” She asked breathlessly, as she tried to keep up with me.
    I decided to be honest with her, “I believe there is a God, but He hates me and I hate Him in return. End of story.”
    I heard her gasp, but she didn’t say anything. That was surprising. I glanced back to see her looking contemplative.
    Curious, I couldn’t refrain from asking, “So what’s the verdict, still gonna try to save me?”
    “Absolutely!” She said without hesitation.
    “What’s your strategy?” I asked.
    “Well, you already have faith; you just need relationship to go with it.”
    “Good luck with that honey! My brothers already tried everything in the Good Book, in order to save me from my wicked ways and he’s come up empty time and time again.”
    “Is he as pretty as I am?”
    I gave her a quick look. She had such a confident smile on that I couldn’t break through to read her thoughts.
    “Are you going to try to sensually entice me into joining the ranks of Christianity, because that strategy has a real possibility of success?”
    Her smile deepened, but remained cryptic in regards to her thoughts. She spoke, “Honey, I’m not going to be the one to save you, God is. I’m just along to help and be useful whe rever He might have a part for me to play.”
     
    Her confidence of my defeat was annoying, so I ignored her for the next several hours. It was getting on towards evening, when I saw the sentry. The sentry, not much older than a boy, saw us at the same moment and reacted out of sheer startlement by bring up a rifle and firing.
    I felt the bullet smack into my side and then burn away past me, then I heard it impact with Asia. I wheeled around in horror to see her white faced and clutching at her shou lder. Screaming in rage I turned on the boy and closed the distance between us in several bounds my sword lifted high to hack him into pieces. The boy screamed and dropped the rifle and fell to the ground in abject fright of me.
    “No!!! Please don’t hurt the boy!” Boomed out a voice off to my right.
    I hesitated only long enough to catalog the new threat, which revealed itself as an aging black man, who appeared unarmed. My sword lifted higher.
    “John don’t!” Asia spoke out from behind me.
     
    My blade was poised to descend upon the quivering boy at my feet, as I glanced back at Asia. She was leaning back against a tree with a hand pressed to her shoulder, as her face was twisted up with pain.
    “Don’t do it John.”
    I saw her start to fall and I dropped the sword, as I rushed to her side. She was unconscious, I quickly felt at the wound. Blood was everywhere and I pressed a rag against the wound to try to stop it. Feeling under her I searched for the exit wound. There wasn’t one. I swore hard.
    The old black man was kneeling beside me, “We have a su rgeon in our camp! We need to get her there!”
    Quickly, he helped me tie a makeshift pressure bandage over the wound. I swung her up into my arms and started to follow after the man, only to stop briefly beside the boy, who still lay on the ground shaking.
    “So help me, if she dies I’ll finish the job I started with you!” I said, before I hurried on after the older man leaving the boy to cry on the forest floor.
     
    We broke out of the forest into a clearing made up of makeshift shacks huddled around an old stately looking farmhouse. The older man called out orders to surprised looking individuals that came popping out of everywhere.
    The man seemed to be something of a leader in this little community. He led me straight for the house holding the door open for me. I passed through it careful not to hit Asia’s head on the doorpost. The man directed me to a room and I stepped into it. The room was obviously set up for medical purposes. I had no sooner entered the room then a clean-shaven man of about forty with Doctor written all over him stepped into the room followed by a