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I kissed her and hugged her tight.
“Are you okay?” she whispered as she held me.
“I’ve stayed in worse places,” I said blandly.
She laughed, then kissed me again.
“I hate to break up the reunion,” Sean said, “but I really need you two to get off the property ASAP.”
“You keep me here for two weeks, and now you have to boot me out after two minutes?” I asked coldly.
“You’re lucky you’re getting out at all,” he snapped.
“That’s interesting, seeing as I didn’t do anything without direct orders from Alistair,” I retorted.
“Well, that’s the problem, isn’t it?”
Rachel interpreted. “What he means is, you’re the only witness to one of the worst abuses of power by an MI6 employee in the agency’s history. It would have been much easier to just stick you in some gulag for the next 30 years and make the problem disappear.”
Sean glared at her but didn’t contradict her.
“So much for being the good guys,” I muttered.
Sean gave a nasty laugh. “If you’re still thinking in terms of ‘good guys’ and ‘bad guys,’ mate, you should probably stick to the fuckin’ playground.”
“Then why are you letting me out?”
“I’ll let her explain why,” he said, gesturing to Rachel. “After you sign a bunch of paperwork and you’re far, far away.”
I spent the next 30 minutes signing a shit-ton of NDAs and legal agreements. Basically, if I ever breathed a word of Alistair or what I did for him, MI6 would be legally within their rights to put my head on a silver platter.
That wasn’t how they phrased it, but that was the general idea.
Whenever Sean gave me a new form to sign, I looked at Rachel for confirmation on whether I should.
She always nodded ‘yes,’ so I always signed.
Finally, once it was all over, Sean packed the papers into a briefcase. Then he handed me my wallet, passport, and phone.
“Wherever you got your gun, forget you ever had it,” he advised me.
Once I pocketed my belongings, Sean said, “Alright – I was never here, and neither were you. We never met, and none of this ever happened.”
“It was all just a dream,” I said sarcastically.
Sean gave me a pissed-off look but ignored my comment. “You two have used up all your UK privileges. My recommendation is to leave the country and never come back.”
“I’m a citizen,” Rachel protested.
“My recommendation still stands.”
“What about my house?”
“Sell it through a third party.”
“What about my mother?”
“You don’t even like your mother,” Sean said. “You haven’t talked to her in years.”
