The Non-adventures of Agent Smith... and Other Tales

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  The small precinct was bustling a bit more than usual when a tall man walked up to the main desk. “I’d like to see Agent Smith, if that’s possible.”

  Detective Reilly and Detctive Adams looked up from their coffee cups in surprise. It was the first time in fifteen years that anyone had ever asked for Agent Smith. Reilly walked up to the policeman at the main desk. “I’ll take it, Joe.”

  “Thank you,” said the tall man, following Detective Reilly to his desk. “I’m looking for Agent Smith.”

  “Agent Smith is... busy for the moment. He might be somewhere around but I haven’t seen him this morning. What do you want with him? Is it important?”

  “No, it’s not that important Just tell him that Jerry stopped by. I just bought a new car... well, it’s not really new. It’s...”

  “A second hand car, you say? That’s very interesting.” Detective Reilly and his colleague glanced at each other, trying their best to contain a a smile. “I’m sure Agent Smith will want to get in touch with you. I’ll give him the message.”

  “Yes, he has my number. Thank you very much,” answered Jerry, already heading for the exit.

  “Wow,” laughed Reilly. “Looks like a busy day in store for Agent Smith.”

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