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“Okay, well, let’s see…” I tip my head to the side, but a ping sounds throughout the room, and Lathan pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“Oh, hey, your dad sent us your bio.”
The other three scramble to get their own phones out, and Anders’s chair almost tumbles over in his haste to read it.
They are quiet while they pull up my file on their phones, and then the room falls into an even heavier silence as they read through my skill set. It’s almost comical how their eyes dart from what they are reading to me.
“There is no fucking way this is your resume.” Bishop’s accent thickens as he stabs a finger at what he sees on his screen. “You can’t have all this training. You’re a princess and the director’s daughter. There is no way your parents would have allowed this.”
He’s partially right. Mom wasn’t fond of it, but Dad knew I wouldn’t settle for half-assed training.
“Okay, well, tell me what’s there, and I can confirm or deny,” I offer, knowing that everything will be confirmed. Katie and I were trained by the best to be the best. There are a couple of other ghost operatives, but we’re an exclusive club. I smother a yawn, but eagle-eyed Dayton doesn’t miss it. He frowns, but before he can say anything, Anders starts reeling off my resume.
“Sharpshooter, both close contact and sniper. Self-defense with weapons, hand-to-hand combat, and advanced driving.”
“That’s all standard MITHOS stuff, so I don’t doubt you all have that as well,” I point out, and there are small nods of acknowledgement from them.
Bishop takes over. “Interrogation and manipulations.” Aka torture and lying, skills every proficient spy needs. “Diplomacy, first aid, and bomb making and defusing.”
“Oh yeah, bomb making was a blast, if you’ll excuse the pun. It’s fun making shit go boom.” Lathan smothers a smile, but the others don’t find it funny. Well, at least one of them will be fun to work with. I think back to one of my favorite hits. I blew up the car of a particularly nasty pedophile while he was in it. I was sad to see such a beautiful car like that go up in flames, but it was worth it.
“Languages, psychology, and tech skills.” Nerdy Sexy raises an eyebrow. “How many languages?”
I take a moment to think about it. It’s one of the first skills my parents started me on because of my dual nationality. “Ten fluently, but I have a smattering of a few more.”
“Fucking hell,” he whispers, his eyes widening with surprise. “What kind of tech skills?”
I grimace. “Ah, I’m afraid that’s the one thing I’m not great at. Some days I can’t even get my phone to work. I can hack a communication signal or wipe cameras, but only because I have a program to do it. I rely on Dad’s nerd herd for the rest. I have one who deals with me directly for anything I need, and he doesn’t even know who I am.”
He grins. “Phew, I was thinking we were working with Wonder Woman for a moment. It’s nice to know you’re human.”
“Breaking and entering, sleight of hand, and seduction.” Bishop sounds like he’s judging me again.
“Look, you judgmental asshole. You can’t tell me that not one of you has used your good looks to seduce someone into giving you information. We all do it. No man is immune to having their dick sucked by a pretty woman, and my body is pretty fucking distracting, if I do say so myself.”
Lathan’s grinning, but the other three just look at my poor, banged up body lying in the hospital bed and appear doubtful.
I flip them off. “Well, it’s not like you’re seeing me at my best. I have to ask, which one of you assholes tripped me on the stairs?”
As one, they look at Dayton, who has the grace to appear slightly ashamed.
“Who did I nail in the balls, and which one of you did I knock unconscious?” I’m dying to know which ones I got the better of. I know it wasn’t Anders, since I heard them say he was the one pointing the gun at me from the other roof before I passed out, so that leaves Bishop, Lathan, and Miller.
“Bishop was the one you kicked in the head,” Dayton tells me, and Bishop moves so I can see his other temple. Sure enough, there’s a pretty purple bruise blooming on it. The look he gives me promises payback. Hmm, this is really not going well.
“And you rearranged Miller’s balls.” Anders snorts with amusement, and I feel all warm and tingly at the thought that I got the asshole good.
“Is that why he’s being such a dick? I mean, he did break my nose and cheekbone, so I think we’re kind of even now.”
“Oh no. I mean, it didn’t help, but he’s normally like that.” Lathan waves off the asshole’s behavior.
“Wow, he must be a real asset to the team with that charming personality,” I mumble, and he shrugs.
“Women like the silent, broody bad boy type. You’d be surprised at what he can do.”
“Is that his superpower? He must be so proud.” No one misses the sarcasm in my voice, but before they can answer or I can ask the relevant questions regarding all of their skills, my dad comes back with Uncle Theseus in tow, and he parks a wheelchair next to my bed.
Uncle T winces when he enters the room and sees my face. “Oh well, I guess it’s not as bad as that time in Colombia,” he says, leaning in and giving me a kiss on the top of my head. I couldn’t agree with him more.
