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�How�re you feeling now?� I asked tentatively.
�Headachy, but otherwise functional,� Harm said. �What�s with the civvies?�
�The Admiral is pissed we missed the transport yesterday so we�re flying civilian,� I explained. �On our own dime.�
Harm groaned. �Great,� he muttered before tentatively tasting what passed for oatmeal. It passed muster, it seemed, because he kept eating it.
�So I was thinking that after breakfast we�d head out. There�s a flight leaving at noon that we might be able to get on if we�re lucky,� I said, fighting a frown as Bill headed in our direction.
�Yeah, sure,� Harm said dismissively.
His attention was elsewhere.
Craning my neck to see what had caught his attention, I spotted a beautiful redheaded woman standing next to a gorgeous man who was the definition of the sexy �tall, dark, handsome, and brooding� type. Both we wearing dark suits, and neither carried themselves like military, which was puzzling.
What was even more puzzling was the fury that came over Bill�s face when he saw the pair.
Dropping his tray onto the nearest surface, Bill made a beeline for the suited couple who were speaking to a young Ensign. Harm tensed up and swore under his breath before jumping to his feet and hurrying after Bill. Not wanting to leave him without backup, I followed Harm.
�What the hell are you doing here?� Bill demanded of the man, poking him in his Armani-clad chest.
�Damn it, Bill, cut it out,� the redhead snapped, grabbing Bill�s wrist and pulling it away from the man. Bill isn�t a small man but the woman�s grip seemed enough to hold him off for the moment. I was impressed and intrigued.
�We�re here on assignment. We were just asking the Ensign where we could find Admiral Jakobs.�
Bill turned to the Ensign who didn�t back down under the murderous glare he was getting. I reminded myself to commend the Ensign later. �I was just telling the Agents that Admiral Jakobs will probably be arriving at his office before 0700, sir,� he said, his voice strong and steady.