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Chapter XIII

“It will not doubt be a relief to you, Mr. Duncan, that your wife is nearly finished.” Agent LeHaze, now Mrs. Duncan, applied the last touch of mascara to her eyelashes and pulled back from the vanity. Marcus glanced over, aware they were running behind but determined not to show it. He had finally gotten word from D and they would need to rush to meet the rendez-vous.

Tugging at the cummerbund, Shield grimaced. “Oodles.”

LeHaze had been fidgeting with her makeup and dress all night in preparation for going out. Shield didn’t quite see what the big deal was. They were meeting Agent D at the Spiny Toad, a little roadhouse just inside the town limits. Agent D had flown into Dallas last night, she was liable to be exhausted.

“The plan,” he said, to fill the room with a sound other than female agent’s pacing, “Is to meet her at the rendezvous point, establish mission parameters and follow first contact procedures. There should be no complications. This is the easy part of the mission.”

LeHaze sniffed airily. “Do we have anyway of identifying our fourth team member?”

“Section Starfire operates under Triple Black security protocols during covert missions. Agent D was chosen expressly because neither of us have met and our respective departments only communicate through dead letter drops. This is ideal because it will allow us to interact with each other for this mission and not compromise other operations in the future.”

LeHaze scooped up her red alligator skin purse from the glass table in front of the couch and made for the door. “Fine, if you’re happy with the state-of-affairs, then everything must be going according to plans.”

She was quiet throughout the trip to the Spiny Toad and Shield began to wonder what he had done to set her off. If she remained this distracted, even for a routine meet-up, it could make for a messy interaction. His cigarette lighter made a jarring click each time he flicked it open.

“Look,” she said as the pulled into the bar, “I know that I am simply observing this mission and that you don’t trust me.”

Gravel tickled the underside of the car. Shield found a parking spot and slid the gear shift into park. “It’s not that I don’t want to trust you, Agent LeHaze, I simply don’t have to. These preliminary operations pretty much manage themselves and our main action will be conducted without you. I’m trying to give you a sense of how this department runs things. Beyond that, my obligation to you is fairly minimal.”

“I wish you wouldn’t say it like that,” LeHaze whispered.

Shield gritted his teeth. “How would you like me to say it?”

“How long has been since Corinth Univerisity?”

Marcus turned away. “Two years.”

“Neither I nor the NSA has any hard feelings about your decision to go to Section Starfire.” She extracted a cigarette from her coat and snuck it between her lips. Leaning close, close enough that he could smell the floral notes of her perfume, close enough the front of her blouse softly brushed against his shoulder, she said, “I just want to make sure you’re happy with your decision.”

Her perfume touched strange levers in his mind, and he felt his eyes moisten. His cigarette lighter sparked to life and ignited the tip of her Misty Slim. A long trail of blue smoke extended from her lips and her features awoke in the glow of the cigarette. He wanted very much to reach out and cradle the back of her neck with his hands. Slowly turning his head, he knew he was already lost. Her eyes gazed up at him, impossibly large and vulnerable. A strand of her black hair hung down on the left of her face. It was so quiet in the car that when he brushed it back into place, he could nearly hear the soft susurration of his fingers upon her cheek.

“This isn’t going to help the mission,” she said, a sly smile creasing one corner of her mouth. The spell broke and Agent Shield recoiled as if shot.

“This isn’t about the mission, Melissa, and it can’t ever happen again.”

She struck the ash from her cigarette and offered him a cool, superior glance.

“Then, I want to be in this mission instead of just looking in from the outside,” she smirked. “Otherwise a lady is liable to get bored.”


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