The Agency: Reviving Resurrection

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Want to see what the Guatreaux family has been up to? Want to know what happened after Loving Dasia? Well see what they are getting themselves into. The Agency: Reviving Resurrection, Marius is all grown up with plenty to do:

“I still don’t know why I have to be the pawn in all of this.” Marius shifted in his seat trying to find a comfortable spot. He and Chaos had once again been on the road for almost an hour. This whole plan nagged at him each moment he remained confined to the space of the vehicle.

This grand plan bothered Marius, and it wasn’t just the playing pawn part. They’d sat in a room with six former and current “consultants” from The Agency for three hours hashing out how much information was fact and how much speculation. Two of those hours alone resulted in tossing around implausible conspiracy theories that distracted them from the purpose of the meeting.

“Grimarius, I thought we were past this.  It’s easiest this way. He’ll be mad for a minute but will ultimately understand that the circumstances called for a plan to be enacting in this manner.” Chaos changed lanes to take the exit. They were only a few miles from the house now.

“Don’t do that,” Marius snapped at Chaos’s condescending tone. “And that sounds like a fancy ‘I’m the fall guy if this blows up.’” He crossed his arms over his chest pouting like an under aged teenager caught in the liqueur cabinet. The moment he noticed what he’d done he released a huff and stared out the window watching the billboards as they continued down the street.

“It’s not going blow up. Trust me. And you’re not the fall guy. If anything, if this goes bad he’s going to come after me. He made it perfectly clear when he married your mom that any dealings with The Agency were over.”

Marius pondered what his Godfather had just said. If his father felt so strongly about no longer having any dealings with The Agency then he wondered how his father was going to react when he told him that he wanted to join. “Tell me again why we are doing this? I mean, why do we have to involve him? Why can’t we just take care of this on our own?”

Chaos slammed on the brakes sending them both jerking forward. He swerved into a closed gas station and threw the vehicle in park. “Don’t do this.”

“Do what? You all act like my father is the only person who can do this. All of those people in the meeting plotting and planning and it all falls on my father’s cooperation; cooperation that is not going to come easily; if at all. Seems to me everyone is banking on this. What happens if he flatly refuses?”

“He won’t.”

“Says who? You just said it yourself; he doesn’t want anything else to do with The Agency. Why would this time be any different?”

Chaos rubbed the spot between his eyes as he stared out into the night and Marius got the inclination that they’d only given him bits and pieces of what was going on. He suspected at this point, the situation was no longer contained to the internal workings of The Agency. For a moment, he wondered if there was other intelligence they’d received? Maybe they were trying to verify the validity of the information. He got how the whole Agency thing worked. That things weren’t always what they appeared to be. On a high level, Marius tried to understand how the fate of hundreds, possibly thousands, lay in the hands of his father. Could that be why he had only been privy to some very specific information related to the potential threat of the decisions that the current head of The Agency posed?

“Look,” Chaos faced nearly the spitting image of his best friend. Marius favored G all the way down to those hauntingly grey eyes. He did have Dasia’s round face, but that was the only non Guatreaux physical trait Marius inherited. “We still have some information that needs to confirmation before we say for sure what the full spectrum of the threat is. We don’t want to cause too much of an uproar before we’ve had the opportunity to implement the plan. This all needs to be done following our protocol.”

He knew it. Always the pawn in someone else’s game. “Protocol? Now you want to talk about protocol? What kind of organization has protocols that approve of forcefully eliminating its members? Seems to me like we have a group of people who don’t like what they see, so they’re planning a mutiny.”

“Boy, this ain’t no damn pirate ship!” So much for maintaining his cool. Marius was pushing and needed reeling in before this all fell apart. “If this continues we’re all as good as dead. You best to remember that you’re still an outsider looking in. The Agency has access to technology that you couldn’t come up with in your wildest dreams. With the knowledge held by The Agency under the wrong leadership the world is a good as dead.”

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About Ana'Gia Wright

Ana’Gia Wright is a firm believer that reading and writing go hand and hand. A Southerner through and through, she loves her peaches and pecans while curling up with a good book. A master of resourcefulness, her love of research leads her down paths of discovery that touch every aspect of her writing. Her love of reading ignited her passion for writing, leading her to frequently fill page after page with tales of her beloved characters’ adventures. An influence and an adversary, she loves to sprinkle facts about her beloved Georgia throughout her fictional worlds. Sneak peeks of her projects, including those by her alter ego Aziza Sphinx, are always available on her website www.authoranagiawright.com
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