on her, but she disappeared from sight when she pressed herself against the wall.
“She’s trying the cargo doors,” Joe murmured. “Interesting. If it wasn’t for the memories of you and that night with Mendoza, I’d think this is a completely different person.” She lowered her binoculars and pinched the bridge of her nose. “The other woman felt wild and dangerous. This one feels…dangerous, but more like a danger to herself.”
Brit pivoted on his heel and jogged to the elevators. “I’m going to meet our mystery lady,” he shot over his shoulder. “It’s up to you if you want to meet her as well.”
“Brit,” Joe called out from the end of the hall, but when he turned she was right behind him. Damn teleporters. She grinned and grabbed his arm. “It’ll be quicker if we travel my way.”
Before he could do more than open his mouth to tell her hell to the fucking no, the world went nauseatingly fuzzy and the bottom fell out of his stomach. Body threatening to fly apart from the abrupt change in location, Brit nearly hit the concrete floor of the motor pool. He barely caught himself and staggered away from the crazy woman who fluffed her hair as though she’d just stepped out of a salon and not someone who’d just traveled twelve floors in a matter of seconds.
“Don’t do that,” he groaned at her as he tried to regain his equilibrium.
“Whatever, pussy,” was her response. The harsh insult coming from her glowing, cheerleader-like countenance left Brit shaking his head. “Now strap on your balls and act like the badass you’re paid to be.”
Shocked and amused despite himself, Brit straightened and sucked in several deep breaths to calm his stomach. The motor pool was quiet this time of night with only a couple of guys working the counter on the far end of the building. The street teams who worked the night shift had already gone and the day crew had long left for their downtime. His mystery lady had picked the perfect time to stalk The Office and if Joe hadn’t been there, Brit would’ve had fun with her in return. But somehow he didn’t see the Director letting him play a game of cat and mouse with a woman he wanted to pounce on more than anything.
“Damn skippy,” she agreed with a shudder. “And if you keep thinking that way, I’m going to schedule you an appointment with Dr. McPherson. You think about sex entirely too much, Brit. You might need help.”
“Stay out of my head,” he shot back absently, heading for the personnel door next to the cargo bay.
Joe followed, her heels clip-clopping on the concrete. “It’s kind of hard to ignore it when you’re practically shouting it in your head.” She stopped walking, going preternaturally still. “Reinforce your mental shields.”
Brit paused a moment and made sure the barriers around his mind were in place. Most supes had them as a defense mechanism, but it took years of practice to make them impenetrable and he’d done that with Joe’s help, making him damn near impossible to read if he didn’t want to be.
“I’m so glad you find me useful for something other than giving you heartburn,” she murmured.
“Shh,” he ordered as he stopped next to the door and listened for his mystery lady.
Joe stood directly behind him, her breath stirring the hair at the top of his head. The soft scraping of metal against metal and the click of the lock told him she was breaking into the building. He wasn’t sure if he should shake his head at her stupidity or be impressed by the ballsy move. Most criminals avoided coming anywhere near The Office. It would be like hanging around a prison when you broke out. Nearly everyone who passed through the doors of the O.T. Headquarters were supes and trained in weaponry. It was suicidal. Yet this woman wasn’t just hanging around the offices, she was breaking in.
Brit pulled back, forcing Joe farther away from the door when the sound of the tumblers being engaged sounded. His heart
“She’s trying the cargo doors,” Joe murmured. “Interesting. If it wasn’t for the memories of you and that night with Mendoza, I’d think this is a completely different person.” She lowered her binoculars and pinched the bridge of her nose. “The other woman felt wild and dangerous. This one feels…dangerous, but more like a danger to herself.”
Brit pivoted on his heel and jogged to the elevators. “I’m going to meet our mystery lady,” he shot over his shoulder. “It’s up to you if you want to meet her as well.”
“Brit,” Joe called out from the end of the hall, but when he turned she was right behind him. Damn teleporters. She grinned and grabbed his arm. “It’ll be quicker if we travel my way.”
Before he could do more than open his mouth to tell her hell to the fucking no, the world went nauseatingly fuzzy and the bottom fell out of his stomach. Body threatening to fly apart from the abrupt change in location, Brit nearly hit the concrete floor of the motor pool. He barely caught himself and staggered away from the crazy woman who fluffed her hair as though she’d just stepped out of a salon and not someone who’d just traveled twelve floors in a matter of seconds.
“Don’t do that,” he groaned at her as he tried to regain his equilibrium.
“Whatever, pussy,” was her response. The harsh insult coming from her glowing, cheerleader-like countenance left Brit shaking his head. “Now strap on your balls and act like the badass you’re paid to be.”
Shocked and amused despite himself, Brit straightened and sucked in several deep breaths to calm his stomach. The motor pool was quiet this time of night with only a couple of guys working the counter on the far end of the building. The street teams who worked the night shift had already gone and the day crew had long left for their downtime. His mystery lady had picked the perfect time to stalk The Office and if Joe hadn’t been there, Brit would’ve had fun with her in return. But somehow he didn’t see the Director letting him play a game of cat and mouse with a woman he wanted to pounce on more than anything.
“Damn skippy,” she agreed with a shudder. “And if you keep thinking that way, I’m going to schedule you an appointment with Dr. McPherson. You think about sex entirely too much, Brit. You might need help.”
“Stay out of my head,” he shot back absently, heading for the personnel door next to the cargo bay.
Joe followed, her heels clip-clopping on the concrete. “It’s kind of hard to ignore it when you’re practically shouting it in your head.” She stopped walking, going preternaturally still. “Reinforce your mental shields.”
Brit paused a moment and made sure the barriers around his mind were in place. Most supes had them as a defense mechanism, but it took years of practice to make them impenetrable and he’d done that with Joe’s help, making him damn near impossible to read if he didn’t want to be.
“I’m so glad you find me useful for something other than giving you heartburn,” she murmured.
“Shh,” he ordered as he stopped next to the door and listened for his mystery lady.
Joe stood directly behind him, her breath stirring the hair at the top of his head. The soft scraping of metal against metal and the click of the lock told him she was breaking into the building. He wasn’t sure if he should shake his head at her stupidity or be impressed by the ballsy move. Most criminals avoided coming anywhere near The Office. It would be like hanging around a prison when you broke out. Nearly everyone who passed through the doors of the O.T. Headquarters were supes and trained in weaponry. It was suicidal. Yet this woman wasn’t just hanging around the offices, she was breaking in.
Brit pulled back, forcing Joe farther away from the door when the sound of the tumblers being engaged sounded. His heart
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