I Just Helped Deliver Quadruplets

  • by Kentand since his leaving Disco Island there has been no news
  • dating her husband’s sister
  • “It sounds like an alien.”
  • this is a confirmed story
  • as double-jointed as a trained mime

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“I just helped deliver quadruplets,” I said to the suddenly nude Olga. “Your sister’s quadruplets, my quadruplets. It’s all too much right now. Also, your brother is watching.” (Not to mention all the volleyball players.)

Olga didn’t seem to hear any of my protests, and to my own surprise my body began to actively disagree with all those objections. Olga wasn’t the loveliest of John’s sisters, but she was still a knockout in — and even more so, out of — a bikini. The next thing I learned about her was that she was as double-jointed as a trained mime, a discovery that raised questions about her affiliations. Soon she had the exotic compound, whatever it was, and I had completely forgotten my concerns, whatever they’d been.

John gave us a light round of applause, handing the infants to Heinrich so he could clap. Olga held up a test tube which appeared to be full of semen. I tried, but failed, to picture how she’d accomplished the sample collection. “The compound we’re interested in degrades rapidly unless it’s kept cold. This is a confirmed story from several of our operatives, and accounts for why our stockpile of the chemical is so small.”

She hid the test tube in her bikini top. “No one is really sure what this substance is, or where it originated. Hearing our biochemists describe the stuff, it doesn’t sound like it comes from any known living thing.” She flicked an eyebrow my way. “It sounds like an alien.”

“You weren’t complaining a minute ago.”

“Who’s complaining? I just need to get this sample on ice for transport.”

“And then take it directly to Xylona,” John admonished. “She will then fly it to Rolf, who happens to be dating her husband’s sister. He supervises the lab, which is located right here in the Inimical Archipelago.”

“Not anymore,” came Svetlana’s muffled voice. “The lab is still here, but Rolf hasn’t been running things for a year. He waded into the surf, and since his leaving Disco Island there has been no news.”

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