"What are you doing here?" the chief curse engineer of the presidential fleet asked the blonde agent dragging him into the orchard away from everyone. "For your sake, you better convince me you are not here to assassinate Dee3—"
"My god, no!" the blonde agent exclaimed, taking offence at the accusations made against him by the old lady. He then fell to his knees as his back opened up like a stealthy hatch and a little kid crawled out of it saying, "Madam Maeve, you know how much I idolize Dee3. So do they. If they really planned to assassinate Dee3, they wouldn't send me."
"You have a point there. Then what are you doing here? I doubt that Sir Dick would allow you to leave the capital unsupervised to attend this funeral. Did you sneak out again?" Maeve nodded in agreement, knowing that if there was a Dee3 fan club, Agent Kidd wouldn't just be the number one fan but the president of the club.
