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instantaneously.
“Go.”
“Tango One is on the run.”
“Fuck,” Crest muttered, turning the device off. Townes didn’t need to say anything more. Jessie had just made the mistake of her life. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Jessica?”
Crest got out of the car and then walked to a nearby garbage can where he removed the battery, pulled the SIM chip, and deposited the phone and its parts separately. His mind spun with where Jessie could have gone and the reasons why. She trusted him and yet she was pulling this shit when he had multiple things going on at once. The FBI would have her within an hour at this rate, especially with the CIA feeding them information through an informant. He resisted the urge to hit something as he got into his car and then pulled out of the underground garage. He retrieved his phone out of the inside of his jacket, needing to give the CIA a location before they realized he’d been off the grid too long.
“Ortega.”
“What stores have you and Lauren registered for the wedding?” The slight pause on the phone told Crest that Connor understood the intention of the call. The two proceeded to discuss the anchor department stores at the Mall of America as Crest drove to his apartment building. Once he’d pulled into the parking garage he went about wrapping up the call. “Give my best to Lauren and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Parking in his reserved spot, Crest kept his usual routine as he made his way to the elevator banks. He spent the time he waited by checking his email and messages, nodding a greeting to the long haired brunette who appeared before him as the doors slid open. In no way did she resemble Jessie, but the way she carried herself made him think she wasn’t a tenant in the building. He pressed the button for his floor and stood to the side, waiting for the inevitable.
As predicted the woman dropped her purse and the contents scattered near his feet. Crest played her game and knelt down, helping her gather the various objects. When her hand covered the cuff of his suit jacket, he did his best to smile as she thanked him with a sultry voice. Within moments everything was placed back into her purse and both of them stood.
“Again, thank you so much.” The woman tilted her head in such a way that her hair fell over her shoulder and gave him an indication that she knew how use her beauty. She certainly wasn’t to his taste, but to each his own. “It’s been one of those days.”
“It certainly has been,” Crest said in agreement. “You must be new to the building. I don’t recall seeing you around.”
“I’m here visiting a friend. We’re going out to dinner this evening.” The light lit up and the chime indicated the doors were about to slide open. She gave him her best smile as she stepped forward. “Have a good night.”
“You as well.”
Crest resisted the urge to look down at the sleeve of his jacket. When the elevator doors closed he took his time placing his cell phone into the inside pocket of his suit. The camera that was aimed at his face was catching every single detail and he refused to give the CIA any credence to their suppositions. Once he arrived at his floor he continued down the hallway. He knew full well the Agency had most likely installed listening and surveillance equipment throughout his living quarters.
Entering his apartment, Crest didn’t bother to look around or even locate all of the devices. He was annoyed that he had to maintain a routine instead of heading directly to the location where he was needed so that he could speak with Townes to find out exactly what had taken place. In a few moments he would walk into his bathroom and set the suit and shirt he was wearing aside for the cleaners. It was amazing what bugs the dry cleaning solvent could kill. The agent that had been in the elevator had brushed against him before she dropped her purse as well as touched his suit. He was now riddled with tracking
“Go.”
“Tango One is on the run.”
“Fuck,” Crest muttered, turning the device off. Townes didn’t need to say anything more. Jessie had just made the mistake of her life. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Jessica?”
Crest got out of the car and then walked to a nearby garbage can where he removed the battery, pulled the SIM chip, and deposited the phone and its parts separately. His mind spun with where Jessie could have gone and the reasons why. She trusted him and yet she was pulling this shit when he had multiple things going on at once. The FBI would have her within an hour at this rate, especially with the CIA feeding them information through an informant. He resisted the urge to hit something as he got into his car and then pulled out of the underground garage. He retrieved his phone out of the inside of his jacket, needing to give the CIA a location before they realized he’d been off the grid too long.
“Ortega.”
“What stores have you and Lauren registered for the wedding?” The slight pause on the phone told Crest that Connor understood the intention of the call. The two proceeded to discuss the anchor department stores at the Mall of America as Crest drove to his apartment building. Once he’d pulled into the parking garage he went about wrapping up the call. “Give my best to Lauren and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Parking in his reserved spot, Crest kept his usual routine as he made his way to the elevator banks. He spent the time he waited by checking his email and messages, nodding a greeting to the long haired brunette who appeared before him as the doors slid open. In no way did she resemble Jessie, but the way she carried herself made him think she wasn’t a tenant in the building. He pressed the button for his floor and stood to the side, waiting for the inevitable.
As predicted the woman dropped her purse and the contents scattered near his feet. Crest played her game and knelt down, helping her gather the various objects. When her hand covered the cuff of his suit jacket, he did his best to smile as she thanked him with a sultry voice. Within moments everything was placed back into her purse and both of them stood.
“Again, thank you so much.” The woman tilted her head in such a way that her hair fell over her shoulder and gave him an indication that she knew how use her beauty. She certainly wasn’t to his taste, but to each his own. “It’s been one of those days.”
“It certainly has been,” Crest said in agreement. “You must be new to the building. I don’t recall seeing you around.”
“I’m here visiting a friend. We’re going out to dinner this evening.” The light lit up and the chime indicated the doors were about to slide open. She gave him her best smile as she stepped forward. “Have a good night.”
“You as well.”
Crest resisted the urge to look down at the sleeve of his jacket. When the elevator doors closed he took his time placing his cell phone into the inside pocket of his suit. The camera that was aimed at his face was catching every single detail and he refused to give the CIA any credence to their suppositions. Once he arrived at his floor he continued down the hallway. He knew full well the Agency had most likely installed listening and surveillance equipment throughout his living quarters.
Entering his apartment, Crest didn’t bother to look around or even locate all of the devices. He was annoyed that he had to maintain a routine instead of heading directly to the location where he was needed so that he could speak with Townes to find out exactly what had taken place. In a few moments he would walk into his bathroom and set the suit and shirt he was wearing aside for the cleaners. It was amazing what bugs the dry cleaning solvent could kill. The agent that had been in the elevator had brushed against him before she dropped her purse as well as touched his suit. He was now riddled with tracking
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