Agent finds a Warrior by Guy Stanton III Read Free Book Online Page B

me and so I
dropped her pack and started to reach for her before she hurriedly
said, “I like to dance!”
    My eyebrows perked up at that revealed
knowledge, “Anything else?”
    “I like to read too.”
    I nodded, “Good to know Maria. Good to
know.”
    We started out again and it wasn’t long
before she asked, “What do you like to do Elon?”
    “I like to read too. I have a bit of a green
thumb, when it comes to gardening and believe it or not I do like
the fighting that my job entails. I like making good things come to
be in people’s lives, especially things that lead to their
everlasting salvation. It helps me keep going and doing the things
that I do.”
    There was something else I was going to
enjoy, but I kept it to myself. There was no need to embarrass her
further by bringing up how much I was looking forward to being
intimate with her.
    Maria gasped, as we rounded the corner and
the expansive villa came into view.
    “I know where we are! This is Flint’s home!
He’s in danger?”
    “Yes, very much so.” I responded grimly, as
I remembered the emotion of my vision of the future.
    “But the Agency is closed down! Flint’s
retired. The world owes him a debt of gratitude and it was made
very clear that all of the Agency’s surviving agents were to be
considered untouchable by both governments and underworld criminal
entities alike. It was one of the last things that I helped Chantry
set up. All former agents have immunity and if the immunity is
broken silent watchdog measures are brought into action that are
quite severe. Chantry was very specific and detailed in his
preparations. He wanted his agents safe and made it so that they
would be!”
    I squeezed her hand gently, as my thumb
stroked overtop of hers consolingly. Her passion for Chantry’s last
act of kindness spoke volumes about her heart, but it hadn’t been
Chantry’s work that had set up the immunity that former agents now
enjoyed. It had been Maria with Chantry’s blessing.
    None of the former agents knew the depths
and time spent by Maria to ensure that they would be safe, but I
did. Her expressed anger at the notion that her immunity
preparations for the other agents could be faulty in some way was
completely justified and I took no offense at her angered reproof
of me, because of my perceived slight against her extensive
preparations.
    “There is a lot that you do not understand
Maria. When you were an agent you had but to draw your gun take aim
at the enemy and fire. Your enemy dead, with some good coming of it
in the form of saving someone, protecting an ideal such as freedom,
or simply as an act of justice. Maria your former existence as an
agent only scratched the top of the conflict that is going on at
large within the world.”
    “You’re saying I wasn’t effective!” Maria
hotly retorted and I stopped to face her.
    She tugged on her hand, but I held onto it
and captured her other one too.
    “Lose the anger and listen to what I have to
say!”
    My words were harsh as were the impact of my
thoughts on her mind. She quivered slightly completely overwhelmed
by my sudden aggression.
    “Ready to listen to what I have to say?” I
asked in a calmer tone.
    She nodded and I gentled my emotions and
words in response to her submission, “There is a war taking place
all around us that you cannot see with your physical eyes. It is a
spiritual war. For as it is written we do not struggle against
flesh and blood but against spiritual wickedness and rulers of
darkness in high places.”
    I was silent for a moment as I let her think
through that.
    Hesitantly she responded, “You’re saying
that the danger Flint is in is being brought by a force of evil
rather than that of man?”
    “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
    Maria quivered slightly, “What are we going
to do?”
    “Help defend a righteous man and his
family.”
    “But how?” She asked anxiously.
    “By allowing the Holy Spirit to work through
us to accomplish