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Subject: {ASSM} Spooks vs. Spooks (intro to abandoned work, released to public domain, MFMF foursone, Halloween) TBD
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Neighbors, SOL's Halloween 2012 contest inspired this one.  I got this
far, then lost interest when I hit the sex scene.

It's released to the public domain, and anyone who wants to, has my
support if they want to grab it and make their own while adding to it.
----


Hank and Terri Roberts are spies who were 'asked' to retire, after
they married each other.

It is Halloween, and a casual agreement to show of their fast draw
skills for the neighborhood kids goes viral.

Unknown to them, a man and woman who used to be their opponents, moved
to America with their children in tow, and settled near their
neighborhood.

It is sometimes said that on Halloween, different worlds may meet, and
interact with each other...
----


Spooks vs. Spooks
Inspired by the SOL Halloween Contest - 2012
----

My wife looked up from her breakfast and grinned at me in a way that
made me wince.  She laughed, then spoke softly.  "It's Halloween.  I
know it's short notice, but let's do something special for anyone who
stops by for candy."

I grimaced.  "Since we didn't buy anything, lets hope we can find a
store that has what we need."

"So, you're in?"

"Guess so.  Anything in mind for our costumes?"

"Naturally.  We're professional spooks.  Let's ditch the guns, then
put on some working outfits, with the harnesses and all the other
hardware on the outside for a change, then put some spy music on the
speakers while we sit outside and look..."

I sighed.  "Like spies?  Let's hope our bosses don't get too upset
about us blowing our covers."

"What covers?  We got married, then we were 'asked' to retire.  We've
spent the last five years being private citizens and friendly
neighbors, right?  Anyone asks, we put a different interpretation on
the word 'spook'."

"Point.  Might work.  I'll call in, just to make sure we can do it."

* * *

Kelly looked us over, then shook his head slightly.  "Both of you look
like you'd really be able to take on some bad guys and win.  I guess
you folks like to watch spy movies?"

Terri laughed.  "Something like that.  You kids know we like to go
target shooting, so all we've done is put the guns away and wear our
equipment on the outside, this time.  The clothing is the best we
could do, to match what the movies and shows have made popular, so
everyone would figure out we're not traditional halloween spooks."

"Mr. Roberts?  Thanks for the candy and stuff.  I'll pass the word
that this year, you won't mind anyone stopping."

"Thanks, Kelly."

"Welcome.  Umm...  about that shooting stuff you do.  You ever get a
little crazy and pretend?"

"You mean the fast draw stuff?"

"Yeah.  If I got a bunch of us together, could we come by so you can
show off?"

"No guns, Kelly.  They aren't toys to be waved around."

"Oh, sure!  I bet if you had them on, the cops would have stopped
already, to make sure you have the right permits and all that."

"A very good point, and we did call them to let them know we'd be
wearing real harnesses as part of our costumes, so they'd relax a
little if someone called them."

"So can we come back later?"

"Yes.  While we wait, we'll figure out something we can do, that's as
real as we can get it."

I suddenly laughed.  "Or, at least as real as we can get from
pretending that what's in the movies is how it really works.  We never
did think some of that stuff made sense."

"Yeah.  Sometimes they get pretty silly about it."

"Glad we aren't the only ones who feel that way sometimes.  About an
hour?"

"Sure!  If you're out of candy, that will be ok."

He walked away, and I watched him until he was out of sight, then I
chuckled.  "Well, I'm glad we managed to get most of it right."

* * *

We'd just finished passing out some more candy and reassuring the kids
that yes, we really would show off our fast draw moves, finally, when
a couple stepped out of the shadows after they left.

I idly looked, froze, and when Terri gasped, I unfroze, reached for my
gun, remembered I didn't have it with me, so I dropped and rolled
frantically, until the man laughed.  "Relax, Hank.  Good to see you've
kept your moves.  This is a social call.  Both of us are retired, and
we have children we want to raise."

He opened his shirt, to reveal he wore an empty harness, then closed
it.  "The serious hardware is locked away, so there aren't any
accidents at home."

I stood, looked for Terri, who shook her head before she got up, then
I refocused.  "Hello, Jamal.  Normally, I'd say it hasn't been long
enough.  Social?"

He held up a cell phone.  "Social.  Your offer to show off went viral,
and our kids heard about it, so they want to see some 'spooks' in
person."

"They don't know about you and Aleyah, or us?"

"No.  They think we're gun enthusiasts who enjoy target shooting.
There's a little bit about self defense, but we keep it low key, and
since we've received our citizenship papers, we've never had problems.
It was one reason we settled here.  You and Terri were the another
one.  I know it will sound a little silly, but the two of you are
named as who we want to raise our kids, if something happens to us."

"We are?  Nice to know about that surprise, but..."

"You are the only people of honor, we know."

"Oh.  That."

Terri rescued me.  "Where are they?"

"With their friends, being beggars.  Costumes, of course, and a chance
for them to pretend, next to their friends."

"Quite a switch, Jamal.  Aleyah?  Sorry for the reaction earlier. Now,
I understand your laughter.  Welcome to America."

"Thank you, Terri.  When we found out what was going on, and who was
going to perform, we talked it over and decided to help you.  Like
you, our former employers have kept quiet track of us, and they are
worried that your honor was only a tool.  We have always known
better."

"Thank you.  Help us?"

She giggled.  "Of course!  Wouldn't it work better, if you had real
opponents?  I wish we could lay claim to the idea, but our oldest
suggested it, since he is more immersed in your culture than we are.
'Spooks vs. Spooks' is how he put it."

Both of us laughed and finally relaxed.  I walked over and held out my
hand, and after we shook on it, I glanced at my wrist and sighed.  "We
have about fifteen minutes to get ready."

Jamal chuckled, and it was strange to hear after knowing him
professionally, as someone I had to always be wary around.  "A street
battle, of course.  Pointed fingers instead of guns, and we will work
under the lights, so the children and other observers may appreciate
our acting skills."

"Fine with me!  Real opponents are always better than imaginary ones!"

He grinned.  "And far more satisfying to defeat, than paper targets,
correct?"

"Definitely!  Terri?"

"Sure.  Let's do it, as long as we make sure we play according to the
rules as laid down by the popular movies.  Alayeh?"

"Then silly, it will be.  There is no need to hint about what they
already know, which is that the use of guns to solve problems is far
more common than it should be.  Mostly ineffective, too, because once
they are used, few seem to be able to put them away when they are no
longer needed."

Terri studied her, then sighed.  "Perhaps, later, if you are willing
to be our guests, you can explain the feelings I hear?"

Alayeh sighed.  "it is nice, to be around people who know the meaning
of honor.  The pain is another reason we are in your country, and not
our homeland."

"I seem to have opened an old wound. Sorry.  We have the room, if you
and your children wish to stay the night."

"Thank you, Terri.  I accept, for all of us."

* * *

Just before we started, all of us were surprised when four police cars
showed up and they had a few media crews behind them.

I sighed and looked at Jamal.  "Your doing?"

"No.  I doubt if my former bosses or comrades had anything to do with
this."

"Likewise.  I guess we'd better find out what is going on, before we
put on our show."

We all glanced at each other and shrugged when it was obvious our part
of the street was being closed off.

Eventually they had things the way they wanted them, and the man in
charge approached us.  "Sorry, folks.  We decided to do what we could
to contain things, after we were told a casual offer of pretend went
viral."

Jamal and I looked at each other, then he sighed and nodded slightly.
"Hank and his wife were asked to show off the results of their years
of practice with their handguns.  Our children heard of it, and asked
us to help by being 'live opponents', since we too, are shooting
enthusiasts.  Since we are long time friends, the decision to help out
was an easy one to make."

"I don't see any guns or props."

"Of course not.  They are locked away."

He raised his hand and extended a finger in my direction.  "Our
fingers are all we'll use."

"Spooks vs spooks?"

I laughed.  "Word play, and his oldest's suggestion."

He sighed.  "I begin to see, and let's hope this doesn't get blown
into something else."

Alayeh raised her eyebrows, then matched his sigh.  "Someone suggested
that we are supposed to be enemies?"

"More or less."

"We are only having some fun with our children and their friends.
There is no message other than friendship, being spoken.  Hank and his
wife are our children's God Parents, and if something happens to us,
they will be asked to care for our children.  It is...  a matter of
honor between our families."

His eyebrows rose, then he nodded abruptly before he touched his
microphone.  "Stand down.  All it is, is a halloween party that
someone blew out of proportion."

He looked around, shook his head at something, then smiled slightly.
"Since we're here, we'll keep the street closed so you can use all of
it, without worrying about getting hurt."

He gestured at the media crews and sighed.  "No matter what happens,
don't expect to get to bed early."

I looked at everyone and made my own sigh.  "Right.  Jamal said
something about working under the lights, so the kids can see us make
fools out of ourselves?"

Jamal chuckled sourly.  "I did.  Very well.  We will be the first to
set up an ambush, for you and Terri to walk into."

* * *

Terri and I were quickly 'killed' during the first ambush, because we
were laughing too hard at Jamal's way over the top shouted threats.
After that, we managed to recover and keep things light hearted, with
none of the hatred most people were probably expecting.

The kids got into it with us, and groaned or cheered indiscriminately.
It was fun, and something deep inside me enjoyed the chance to get rid
of some of the 'rust' that had accumulated during the years of our
forced retirement.

We put up with the media attention for awhile, then pleaded fatugue
and hunger, so we could escape and get some privacy.

The kids and onlookers managed to vanish during the interviews, so
eventually it was just the four of us, plus Jamal and Alayeh's five
children.

We picked up the trash that was in the area, then went inside.

After I took the kids to the den and introduced them to our game
console,  Alayeh and Terri headed for the kitchen, while Jamal and I
settled in the living room.

Jamal smiled when old habits made me close the curtains and turn on
the TV before I settled in my favorite chair.  "Still?"

"Yeah.  Probably moot, but it's an old habit when I know things could
get serious.  Thanks, Jamal.  Let's hope we managed to follow the
movies enough that folks won't get upset with us for revealing
operatoinal secrets."

He nodded.  "Thanks for going along with my sudden attempt to keep it
silly, yet serious, and not bring in all the hate folks were probably
looking for, after the police showed up."

I sighed.  "You're welcome.  God's, Jamal.  I heard enough of that
when we were working.  If I never hear it again, it will be too soon."

"Likewise."

He suddenly grimaced.  "Speaking of old habits, have you realized none
of us have removed any of our gear?"

He shifted as he took his shirt off, then he removed his harness and
holster.  Once he had it off, he looked around, and I shrugged.  "The
coffee table will be fine, unless you want to put it in the gun safe
with ours, while you are here."

He set it down, then smiled when I took mine off and set it next to
his.

We both sat in silence for awhile, until he leaned forward and touched
them both.  "A lot of memories, Hank."

"Yeah.  Mostly good ones, since we never got caught in anything that
forced us to...  Sorry.  We've tried to forget what happened that
day."

"Sometimes, I wish we could.  It was quite a shock to learn that our
enemies were willing to give up their lives to save ours."

"As you saved ours, Jamal.  It took all four of us to survive that
ambush."

"They deserved to die, Hank.  Never doubt that."

"I didn't then, I still don't doubt our decisions to kill.  The
memories made it easier for us to accept the forced retirement.  I
miss some of the life, but not that part of it."

He chuckled.  "It looked like you enjoyed the rush as much as I did,
this evening."

"Can't argue I didn't."

"Hank?  May I speak freely, without worrying that what I say might
wind up in a report, somewhere?"

"We don't write reports any more, just do annual interviews.  I
imagine we'll get called in early, because of all the media stuff.
Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, if you want this to be private, I'll
keep it that way.  Otherwise, I don't know.  We've always assumed
there are bugs somewhere, if that's what you're worried about."

"Friendly ones, now?"

"Most likely."

"I understand."

He was silent except for the routine stuff, until after they put their
kids to bed and the four of us settled again.

Alayeh settled next to him, then touched his face lightly.  "Terri
knows, and said it must be Hank's and your decisions."

"You?"

"Yes."

He nodded, then studied me.  "Our children are ours, but I cannot make
myself feel they are truly ours."

"Oh?"

"The details are tedious and not as important to us as they used to
be, now that we are here, and not there."

He shrugged.  "They are in plenty of reports on both sides, by now.
All of them are the result of IVF, but that is something we hope we
have managed to keep secret from the general public."

"Another reason you are here?"

"Of course.  I never planned on this, but since we are together, I
feel I must."

Instead of answering right away I looked at Terri, and she nodded
slightly, so I sighed.  "I know enough of the way you think, to think
I know what you are going to ask of me."

"And?"

"Are you prepared to deal with the consequences, all of them?"

"We think we are."

"What about your children?  Our ways are different, and the perceived
sins of the parents are often laid at their kids' feet."

He sighed.  "Unfortunately, they are used to dealing with hatred.
Things have improved over the years, but sometimes...  It is not their
friends, it is a few adults who taunt them."

"Oh.  To be educated, you have to be willing to hear the message,
first.  I'm sorry, Jamal."

"Thank you.  It is saddening for me to admit that the insults they get
here, are less filled with hate than the ones they heard before we
moved.  So far, they have been able to cope."

"Umm...  Forgive me for this.  Can you function as a man?"

"Forgiven.  Yes, I can function as a man should.  My sperm count is so
low, that effectively, I am sterile."

"I can see this isn't easy for you, Jamal.  I'll do it, but I have a
condition, if Terri is willing to agree to it."

Terri smiled.  "I know how you think.  Yes, and if I get pregnant, I
will carry to term, and treat our child no differently than I would if
you had fathered it."

Jamal and Alayeh stared at each other in obvious shock, before she
finally nodded.  "The father doesn't matter, as long as the child is a
love child."

Jamal kissed her, then spoke without looking away.  "Thank you, Hank,
Terri.  Does your bed have enough room for the four of us?"

"Easily."

"Then let us check on our children, before we close the door and see
about adding to our family."
---

End Intro: Spooks vs Spooks

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