Kendra Jones
Kendra Jones – May 22, 2012 2:51AM
Everyone wants to be honored for their work. I don’t think that’s unreasonable. But living in the time that I did, it just wasn’t realistic to expect a black woman to be recognized, let alone HONORED, for the work she’s done for her country. I knew that going in and even though it bothered me when I saw my colleagues receive their due, I did my best to keep it from affecting my work. I was a world-class CIA agent – whether the higher-ups would acknowledge that or not. I went on top secret missions with the ol’ boys club. I survived fire fights. I infiltrated strongholds. I risked my life on an almost daily basis. I did just about everything I could ever want.
The only thing I could never do was call my own shots. I could never move up the ranks enough to be the boss of my own operation. Pangea afforded me that. I was given the opportunity to do what I do best, which is to blend in with the shrubbery, on my terms. I was probably in my late forties when I started our organization. I was approached in a dream by a powerful woman. I feel like that’s the intro to so many stories you must hear about people’s time in Pangea.
I was approached by the Prime Minister of a country in Europe. I’ll leave it at that. We spoke about her worries for her country. She mentioned the work I did in real life, which I was surprised she was aware of. And then she asked me for my help. That’s all I needed to start. My mission was to search the world of Pangea for my targets – real life bad guys and girls, and get as close to them as possible. Once I was in with them, I got enough information to tear down their operation from the inside. I recruited a few people I met through my Pangean travels and we started the Cuckoos. The process actually made me better at my real life work. Getting into the minds of the notorious from around the world was eye opening and irreplaceable experience
In my entire time running the Cuckoos, I only lost one agent in the line of duty. I don’t like talking about him too much but I think about him a lot. I think about the things I could have done differently. What we all could have done differently. Maybe it doesn’t change anything but the scenarios run through my head all the time.
Now that I’m retired from all my agent work, both sleeping and while awake, I can relax a little bit more. I still see the chess pieces in the background that other people don’t notice. But that’s not my job anymore. I left the Cuckoos in good hands when I was done. It’s not my fault the way things turned out after that.
