Free Agent on the Run (The Agents for Good) by Guy Stanton III

to hover overtop the dirt road ahead of me.
    It wasn’t a plane so much as it was an air mobile of sorts. Kind of a mixture between a jet ski, with an F-14 front and two small projecting side wings reminiscent of a World War II fighter plane. It looked as lethal and sleek as its rider, who turned the craft to the side and dipped the one wing down until it almost touched the gravel of the road.
    Flicker turned her blonde head to me and flashed her white teeth, “Ready for your next near-death experience?”
    It was the second time that old movie line had been said today, but this time I had to admit I was scared. I could feel Flicker laughing at me in my mind, even as she only continued to stare at me in the physical with a smile.
    I walked up the lowered wing gingerly, only to see that there wasn’t much room left on the seat that Flicker straddled. This was going to be uncomfortable.
    The idea of crossing an ocean and invading another country’s sovereign airspace with a vessel out of a sci-fi drama was daunting to say the least.
    I swung my duffel bag behind my shoulder, as I swung my leg over and sat down in full contact with Flicker on the seat that she straddled. I don’t think these things were made to seat two. What was perhaps worst of all was that she was fully aware of everything I was going through in this moment.
    “I want these stupid discs off my head now!” I said in an angry tone.
    She peered over her shoulder at me and there was nothing shy about the look she gave me, “No, I think we’ll leave them on for now. After all I am learning so much about you through them!”
    Before I could hotly respond to her insistence for continued torture she distracted me by handing something to me. It was a small rope.
    “Would you mind tying my hair up for me please?” She asked sweetly.
    I swallowed down my angry words and focused on doing just that. I loved her hair, but I didn’t want it smacking me in the face for the next several hours. Her thoughtfulness helped take away some of the anger I was feeling at her continued invasion of my thoughts. I tucked her now bound hair down between us.
    “Hold on Utah.” She said husky voiced.
    I let my hands settle loosely on her waist.
    “You’ll need to hold on tighter than that Utah.”
    I gritted my teeth and let my hands slide all the way around her and clasp together.
    “How about this?” I said now being fully connected with her, even as I tried to keep my brain a neutral plain that she couldn’t read.
    “That feels about right partner.” She said softly.
    One moment we’d been hovering still and in the next we were screaming across the sky at a velocity that I wouldn’t have believed possible for such an open aired vessel. We were well shielded from the wind, but it was loud.
    We seemed to come onto course and I focused on relaxing my death grip on Flicker and I felt her breathe easier as a direct result of my loss of tension about her. She looked back at me smiling. It was a beautiful smile and before I knew it she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
    I blinked in surprise at the back of her head as the wind whipped by overtop of us.
    It was too loud to talk so I thought projected into her mind, “Enjoying yourself Flicker?”
    “Yes, very much so!”
    “What is it that you enjoy most? Tormenting me, flying this craft or something else?”
    She laughed and responded with, “Something else.”
    That aroused my curiosity so I pressed for what that something might be.
    “I’m enjoying the feeling of being human and not just a machine-like freak. I’m enjoying the fact that I’m desired, even appreciated for who and what I still am. It’s more than I ever thought I would experience with someone in life.”
    Her thoughts filled me and I couldn’t deny the truth of anything that I felt for her and much more. Her head came back and her blue eyes were sparkling, which I realized was likely because she saw all the truths of her own thoughts mirrored by