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over to them, trailed by a lackey whose name Ty couldn"t remember carrying a plastic storage box. Knight held two files in his hand, one of which he handed to Ty.
    “Good morning, Q,” Ty drawled, smirking as he took the file.
    Knight handled most of the briefing and debriefing of agents when new or unusual technology was being used in a job. Ty didn"t know why he needed to see them before they left for the cruise ship, but he sort of dreaded what Knight was going to show them.
    “I don"t have time for you to think you"re clever this morning, Grady,” Knight returned drily. “Both of you give Terry your guns, knives, garrotes, crossbows, and any other unusual weapons you might be carrying, please.”
    “What? Why?” Ty demanded.
    “You and your baggage will go through security just like at the airports for X-ray and random search. We have to figure out how to 44 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

    hide the weapons and other equipment in your luggage, and we"ll have to be creative, since the bags will go with a valet. So fork it all over.”
    Ty and Zane both grudgingly pulled out their service weapons, followed by their backups and any other weaponry they had hidden on them. They placed each piece into the plastic box. When Ty was done, he smoothed a hand over his jacket and nodded to Knight, but Knight merely sighed impatiently as he watched them. Ty shook his head and watched with a hint of amusement as Zane continued piling hidden knives into the bucket.
    There was a moment of silence after the last thin throwing knife was placed inside. “Is that all?” Knight drawled, unimpressed.
    Zane rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He always carried those knives when he was working out of the office; it was an odd quirk Ty hadn"t seen in any other civilian agents. The skill and habit came courtesy of some extra training Zane had lucked into at the academy to make up for his lack of police or military experience. Ty approved, though he wouldn"t tell Zane that.
    “Well. Now that we"ve established dominance, follow me,”
    Knight said with a roll of his eyes.
    “I feel naked now,” Zane muttered.
    Ty glanced at Zane and winked at him. Zane hadn"t really had a chance to meet many of the support staff in the Baltimore office yet, and Ty probably wasn"t the best person to introduce him around, not with the reputation Ty had garnered.
    “You look like you had a rough night,” Knight commented over his shoulder as they trailed along behind him.
    “Just doing some research for the case,” Ty responded with a shrug of one shoulder.
    “Sure you were,” Knight muttered with a smile.
    They followed Knight to a small conference room, where Special Agent in Charge Dan McCoy sat waiting for them. McCoy stood when they walked in, looking them both over critically.

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    “I almost didn"t you recognize you myself,” he finally said with an approving nod. “Let me see the arm,” he said as he held his hand out to Ty.
    Ty shrugged out of his jacket and rolled his sleeve up, turning his bicep toward McCoy. His tattoo was no longer there. It was odd looking down at his arm and seeing nothing but skin.
    “How"d they do it?” McCoy asked in real interest.
    “Some sort of synthetic,” Ty answered unhappily. “They glued it down.”
    “Looks pretty good if you don"t know you"re looking for it. We"ll make certain to have spare parts in your luggage somewhere,” Knight commented as he leaned closer and peered at Ty"s arm. Ty put his hand on Knight"s forehead and pushed him away.
    “Personal space, man,” Ty told him with a good-natured smirk.
    He heard Zane stifle a snort.
    “Speaking of personal space, let"s get right down to your toys for this one,” McCoy said as he nodded to Knight.
    Knight turned to a rolling table much like the kind on which surgeons kept their instruments and picked through an array of devices sitting there. He lifted a pair of sunglasses and turned to hand them to Zane. He handed