Tony and Anne Craft were that couple on the cul-de-sac that everyone admired and secretly envied. Tony was a successful investment banker. Anne owned her own catering business. At least, that’s what everyone thought. Secretly, the two worked for rival branches of the same government. Tony had been recruited by the CIA in college. The NSA had grabbed Anne straight out of High School. Both were highly trained assassins, having left a trail of bodies around the globe and making a lot of enemies along the way.
Neither department had especially liked the two agents dating, and when they got married both had gotten severe reprimands about sharing classified information between the two departments. Still, they had found a way to make it work, fool the neighbors, and give all the outward appearances of being a happily married couple.
When Anne found out she was pregnant, however, everything came tumbling down around them. Suddenly, not only were they wanted by foreign governments whose bad guys they had killed, both their own agencies considered them liabilities and wanted them out of the way. Having successfully hidden until the baby was born, they were now on the run, without support, and a baby on board.
At first, they had relied upon their old bag of tricks, using technology where they could, and sheer firepower where they couldn’t. But that quickly proved unworkable as the noise bothered the baby, and flying shells posed too great a danger. Within the first month, Anne had laid down a new rule: no guns.
Tony had grumbled but adapted. He wasn’t as good with knives as was Anne, but she still let him play with C4 and other explosives, so he still had plenty of options.
Life for the trio would be grueling. Rarely did they get to spend more than two nights in the same location, and even that was risky. Fortunately, they knew their way around the agencies that were trying to catch them. Tony would hack email and wireless messages sent between agents and assassins. Anne would set up decoys that would keep agents on wild goose chases for weeks. Still, they both longed for a place they could call home and raise their son in peace.
Code named Mom, Dad and The Boss, the trio cross-crossed the globe narrowly escaping danger at every port. Their old passports having been compromised, Anne had grown quite proficient at creating new ones from more than one country. Their good looks made them welcome most anywhere. Toting a baby along kept them from being suspicious to anyone who was not totally aware of their situation, and few were.
Masters of disguise, even the baby’s look continually changes. Some days The Boss is dressed in pink and gingham. Other days he’s dressed in pinstripes and a tie. Carrying a diaper bag gives Anne all the space she needs for her blades. “Dirty” diapers takes on a whole new meaning as well, as the apparently soiled nappy left behind may very well contain some of Tony’s magic explosives, capable of doing anything from causing a smelly diversion to blowing a hole in a three-foot-thick wall.
So, be aware. You never know when you see that young couple walking down the street pushing the stroller exactly what may be hiding beneath the baby. But if they ask for your help, please give it, because when they say they’re in trouble, they mean it!