by Mike BozartOn a resplendent autumn afternoon, two recurring agents (32 and 33) have a discussion on the back patio in east Charlotte. A certain species of flying insect soon make its presence known. An encyclopedic discussion of yellow jackets ensues. Then, Agent 666 turns the radio on. Somehow, it all ends up in the waves. Sorry, no sex, violence or Mr. Malloy in this one. Approx. 1600 words.