“I have a 12:30 meeting.”
“How long?”
“All afternoon,” Sydney replied.
“Perfect. I’ll be home by six.”
“Love you,” Sydney said.
“Love you back.” The line went dead.
Sydney did a quick unpack, returning all her weapons to her safe, except her SIG Sauer. After clearing the chamber, she loaded the magazine with bullets, then tucked it into her shoulder holster. She slipped into a jacket to conceal her weapon, left her bedroom.
On her way toward the front door, she glanced around. The condo was as she’d expected. Neat and tidy. No evidence of Stud-Man living there, but Greystone and Caroline were inseparable.
A smile tugged on her lips as she made her way down the hall to the elevator. Those two were so in love it was adorable, but Sydney couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. She wanted that for herself. Her mom and dad had it. Now, her baby sis.
When’s it gonna be my turn?
On the elevator ride to the parking garage, she texted her friend, fellow Special Op, Naomi.
Are you at HQ?
Are you back? Tell me YES!
I’m back from hell. Get together?
Meetings UGH. All Day UGH. Drinks tomorrow after work?
Sydney checked her calendar.
Tomorrow’s Halloween.
She unlocked her Jeep before replying to Naomi.
I’m dressing up. You?
What the HELL for???
LOL Halloween
Hotel Dillinger Bohemian Room 7pm
Sounds perfect. Can’t wait to see you
After setting her phone down, she headed out.
She loved living in the DC area, especially loved Alexandria. But Sydney had beenoutof the country more than she’d been stateside. All she cared about was being home, back on US soil. At least, for a little while.
Being a Special Op was a demanding job.
Demanding and dangerous.
A hit of adrenaline pounded through her.
I love it. Even when I’m almost caught.
Thirty-five minutes later, she’d cleared security at CIA HQ in Langley, Virginia, and was en route to grab something from the cafeteria. With her sandwich and drink in hand, she went upstairs and into her cubicle.
