given information beforehand and there would be more than one agent unless instructed specifically by Sharp Shooter. “Why is that? Where are you going?”
I didn’t want to tip him off in case Sharp Shooter came to ask him questions, but I knew I’d have to explain enough to convince him to help me. “I’m going to Washington State for a mission, but I prefer to keep it as quiet as possible.”
“Why is that?” He questioned again. “Are you hiding something, Spit Fire? What’s going on in Washington?”
“I’m heading there to meet with the director of the CIA. I need it kept quiet because Night Stripe was passed over for it.” The lie came so naturally that I almost felt bad for saying it; almost. I didn’t know how often Night Stripe had been called on after Russia or what she did, but everyone knew she preferred to be in the field instead of here. It would be enough to convince him to keep his mouth shut.
He nodded in understanding, but after a few moments shook his head at me. “I can’t take you, Spit Fire. I’m supposed to be ready in six hours to take a team to Germany. A flight to Washington is just a little out of that time window. I couldn’t make it there and back in time. You know I would if I could.”
I sighed. I preferred to work with Maverick. He didn’t ask many questions once his curiosity was satisfied and was easy to talk to during long flights, but I knew his assignment came first. “I know you would, Maverick. I appreciate it, I really do.” I took a breath, trying to figure out how to ask him if he knew anyone who had time to take me to Washington. I didn’t come up with a smooth transition so I got to the point once again. “Do you know another way there?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, Spit Fire, I got someone who could take you without a problem.” The mischievous gleam in his eyes and crooked smile, which would make others giddy, had a different effect on me. It meant trouble, which he found enjoyable.
“Who?” My voice wavered slightly, showing my concern and making him laugh.
“You’ll like him. He doesn’t say a whole lot, but he doesn’t have an assignment until tomorrow so he’s got plenty of time for your flight.” He smiled playfully at me before turning to look over his shoulder toward the back of the hanger where a cluster of rooms and lockers were for the drivers and pilots when they were staying overnight or had quick stops here before taking another team out. “Hey, KC!”
I watched the empty room for a moment, tempted to tell him no one else was here. I had looked all over when I first came in here and found no one, but before I could speak up someone poked their head out from around the corner. Maverick motioned for him to come toward us and KC followed the order almost instantly. As he drew closer I took notice he was a bit younger than Maverick, more around Night Stripe’s age. He seemed to be in his early twenties, attractive and well-built with short, dark brown hair that hung slightly into his green eyes. He lifted his hand as a quick hello to me; I was actually surprised he didn’t pretend to tip a hat. He seemed like one of those guys who would be a little too gentlemanly for these times. He smiled at me before turned to Maverick.
I thought he was going to speak, but instead Maverick did. “Spit Fire here needs a ride to Washington State. I figured you’d be just the person for the job. It shouldn’t take you too long, and you’ll have something to do while you wait for the team heading to Colorado.”
KC nodded and gestured for me to follow him with a friendly smile. He walked off without so much as a word and picked up my bag to take to the plane. He didn’t even look back to make sure I was following him.
“He really doesn’t say much,” I said after noting his stoic expression. To most it would seem as if he was uncaring or uninterested in the flight or in assisting me when they compared him to Maverick. Maverick could become
I didn’t want to tip him off in case Sharp Shooter came to ask him questions, but I knew I’d have to explain enough to convince him to help me. “I’m going to Washington State for a mission, but I prefer to keep it as quiet as possible.”
“Why is that?” He questioned again. “Are you hiding something, Spit Fire? What’s going on in Washington?”
“I’m heading there to meet with the director of the CIA. I need it kept quiet because Night Stripe was passed over for it.” The lie came so naturally that I almost felt bad for saying it; almost. I didn’t know how often Night Stripe had been called on after Russia or what she did, but everyone knew she preferred to be in the field instead of here. It would be enough to convince him to keep his mouth shut.
He nodded in understanding, but after a few moments shook his head at me. “I can’t take you, Spit Fire. I’m supposed to be ready in six hours to take a team to Germany. A flight to Washington is just a little out of that time window. I couldn’t make it there and back in time. You know I would if I could.”
I sighed. I preferred to work with Maverick. He didn’t ask many questions once his curiosity was satisfied and was easy to talk to during long flights, but I knew his assignment came first. “I know you would, Maverick. I appreciate it, I really do.” I took a breath, trying to figure out how to ask him if he knew anyone who had time to take me to Washington. I didn’t come up with a smooth transition so I got to the point once again. “Do you know another way there?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, Spit Fire, I got someone who could take you without a problem.” The mischievous gleam in his eyes and crooked smile, which would make others giddy, had a different effect on me. It meant trouble, which he found enjoyable.
“Who?” My voice wavered slightly, showing my concern and making him laugh.
“You’ll like him. He doesn’t say a whole lot, but he doesn’t have an assignment until tomorrow so he’s got plenty of time for your flight.” He smiled playfully at me before turning to look over his shoulder toward the back of the hanger where a cluster of rooms and lockers were for the drivers and pilots when they were staying overnight or had quick stops here before taking another team out. “Hey, KC!”
I watched the empty room for a moment, tempted to tell him no one else was here. I had looked all over when I first came in here and found no one, but before I could speak up someone poked their head out from around the corner. Maverick motioned for him to come toward us and KC followed the order almost instantly. As he drew closer I took notice he was a bit younger than Maverick, more around Night Stripe’s age. He seemed to be in his early twenties, attractive and well-built with short, dark brown hair that hung slightly into his green eyes. He lifted his hand as a quick hello to me; I was actually surprised he didn’t pretend to tip a hat. He seemed like one of those guys who would be a little too gentlemanly for these times. He smiled at me before turned to Maverick.
I thought he was going to speak, but instead Maverick did. “Spit Fire here needs a ride to Washington State. I figured you’d be just the person for the job. It shouldn’t take you too long, and you’ll have something to do while you wait for the team heading to Colorado.”
KC nodded and gestured for me to follow him with a friendly smile. He walked off without so much as a word and picked up my bag to take to the plane. He didn’t even look back to make sure I was following him.
“He really doesn’t say much,” I said after noting his stoic expression. To most it would seem as if he was uncaring or uninterested in the flight or in assisting me when they compared him to Maverick. Maverick could become
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