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Authors: Gennita Low
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money, showing off new inventions being tried out by the Company. So the question of the day was—which side was Steve working for? Good CIA or bad CIA? It was going to be a challenge to find out. Her contact had been very careful thus far, doing everything through middlemen. She would have to take a few more risks than usual. Letting those others know her phone was bugged was one of them.
The thought of putting Stash in danger made her heart skip a beat. Marlena frowned. Why would she be concerned about that, if he were just someone hired to keep an eye on her? He shouldn’t mean a thing. Not a damn thing.
***
C onfusion in the enemy camp was good. Steve’s commander from his SEAL team had told him that, quoting some ancient Chinese text called The Art of War. He was right. Steve was confused, tired, and frustrated. He had this simple plan. Charm the shoes off a beautiful woman. Get some names. Send her to the Department of Justice. His task force team would then get some action, going after whoever had ordered a contract on...on whom? That was the problem. Too many things missing in this assignment.
When he was with his SEAL team, he knew who the enemy was, why they were there, what they were after. Their objective was to search and destroy paramilitary enemies with an agenda against the U.S. government. The wars were always covert, out of the public eye, but they were real. There was a procedure to each maneuver—his allotment of ammo, location of a target, a timetable, and a clear briefing on the goals of the operation.
Since joining TIARA, he’d been trying very hard to adjust to this new kind of war. Admiral Madison had told him he was needed here for now, and he’d accepted the orders after voicing a few objections. The higher pay was an incentive; he needed the money. From the beginning, the friction between him and his new team had been obvious. It wasn’t that they disliked one another—it was just his style didn’t suit theirs.
This was the first real test. At least, Steve saw it that way. For the first time in months there was something tangible happening. He could feel in his bones it was big. This operation would show him why he’d been transferred, why Admiral Madison told him his skills were needed here.
His mind skimmed quickly through the important things from the day. There was the early morning call with the threats. No one had followed Marlena and him all day, except for his own task force men who were now outside the apartment building for the night. Then there was the quick search of Marlena’s suitcase that hadn’t yielded anything of significance.
When he entered the surveillance room, he found Harden there alone. Great. That was all he needed, another clash with the operations chief.
It wasn’t that he disliked his O.C. Harden had been nothing but fair to him, but the man had a black hole where his personality should be. In the hallways, Steve heard them whisper his nickname, Hard-On, and the reference wasn’t meant to be complimentary.
“Where are the others?” Steve asked as he walked over to the desk where his O.C. sat. As usual he sensed disapproval from the man, even though nothing in his face betrayed it.
“I sent them home. They’re on call in case your target does something between now and tomorrow.”
“My target?” Steve raised an eyebrow.
“You’ve made it personal. Once you let your emotions get involved, you crossed the line.” Harden looked back at him steadily, challenging him to deny the accusation.
Steve kept his gaze level. “I haven’t done anything to suggest that I can’t handle this.”
It was Harden’s turn to lift an eyebrow. “No?” He leaned forward and clicked a button on a console. “What about that?”
One of the many screens showing the few rooms at Marlena’s apartment flickered, catching Steve’s attention. The couple on the bed. The necklace. The intimacy of shared laughter. There were no sounds, since the mikes had been
The thought of putting Stash in danger made her heart skip a beat. Marlena frowned. Why would she be concerned about that, if he were just someone hired to keep an eye on her? He shouldn’t mean a thing. Not a damn thing.
***
C onfusion in the enemy camp was good. Steve’s commander from his SEAL team had told him that, quoting some ancient Chinese text called The Art of War. He was right. Steve was confused, tired, and frustrated. He had this simple plan. Charm the shoes off a beautiful woman. Get some names. Send her to the Department of Justice. His task force team would then get some action, going after whoever had ordered a contract on...on whom? That was the problem. Too many things missing in this assignment.
When he was with his SEAL team, he knew who the enemy was, why they were there, what they were after. Their objective was to search and destroy paramilitary enemies with an agenda against the U.S. government. The wars were always covert, out of the public eye, but they were real. There was a procedure to each maneuver—his allotment of ammo, location of a target, a timetable, and a clear briefing on the goals of the operation.
Since joining TIARA, he’d been trying very hard to adjust to this new kind of war. Admiral Madison had told him he was needed here for now, and he’d accepted the orders after voicing a few objections. The higher pay was an incentive; he needed the money. From the beginning, the friction between him and his new team had been obvious. It wasn’t that they disliked one another—it was just his style didn’t suit theirs.
This was the first real test. At least, Steve saw it that way. For the first time in months there was something tangible happening. He could feel in his bones it was big. This operation would show him why he’d been transferred, why Admiral Madison told him his skills were needed here.
His mind skimmed quickly through the important things from the day. There was the early morning call with the threats. No one had followed Marlena and him all day, except for his own task force men who were now outside the apartment building for the night. Then there was the quick search of Marlena’s suitcase that hadn’t yielded anything of significance.
When he entered the surveillance room, he found Harden there alone. Great. That was all he needed, another clash with the operations chief.
It wasn’t that he disliked his O.C. Harden had been nothing but fair to him, but the man had a black hole where his personality should be. In the hallways, Steve heard them whisper his nickname, Hard-On, and the reference wasn’t meant to be complimentary.
“Where are the others?” Steve asked as he walked over to the desk where his O.C. sat. As usual he sensed disapproval from the man, even though nothing in his face betrayed it.
“I sent them home. They’re on call in case your target does something between now and tomorrow.”
“My target?” Steve raised an eyebrow.
“You’ve made it personal. Once you let your emotions get involved, you crossed the line.” Harden looked back at him steadily, challenging him to deny the accusation.
Steve kept his gaze level. “I haven’t done anything to suggest that I can’t handle this.”
It was Harden’s turn to lift an eyebrow. “No?” He leaned forward and clicked a button on a console. “What about that?”
One of the many screens showing the few rooms at Marlena’s apartment flickered, catching Steve’s attention. The couple on the bed. The necklace. The intimacy of shared laughter. There were no sounds, since the mikes had been
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