Page 36 of Fox in Plain Sight

“Same you want from me. Resurrect Stargate, let us rise once more. That’s why you put your feelers out there on the Dark Web for one of us to find you, isn’t it? I’m here, and I’m ready to fight.” Yankee put his hand on his holster to underscore his words.

“It’s not that easy. This isn’t gonna be a shootout at the OK Corral, buddy. I’m working a different angle.” Nick looked his fellow Stargate agent up and down, still unsure whether to trust him fully, though the fact that he was still alive—as was Michelle—was one point in Yankee’s favor.

“As long as it’ll take us to the same goal, I don’t care much which way we’re gonna play it.” Yankee motioned toward the Lincoln Memorial. “Then let’s go. We need to come up with a plan of action.” He already turned and took a few steps.

“I’m not leaving Michelle here.”

Yankee stopped and looked over his shoulder. “You’ll have to. She can’t come with us. She’s a civilian, and she knows too much already. She’s gonna lead our enemy right to us.”

Nick squared his stance and fisted his hands at his sides. “I won’t leave her. And that’s final. We need her. She has information that’s critical to what I’m planning.”

“She’s got pretty tits and a hot ass, that’s all.”

“Fucking asshole!” Nick growled and marched toward him.

“She’s got no information. She admitted it herself. She’s never seen that guy, that Smith. She won’t be able to help us identify him, so put your dick back in your pants. Just because you’ve got the hots for her doesn’t mean I’m gonna let her come.”

Nick lunged at the guy and landed a blow in his face. His fellow Stargate agent lost no time in punching back, knocking Nick’s head sideways.

When Nick pulled his fist back for another hook, Yankee growled, “Damn it, Fox, why didn’t you say she was your girl?”

Nick froze in mid-movement.

“She is your girl, isn’t she? It’s just… from the things I overheard earlier, I couldn’t really tell. Apologies.”

Slowly, Nick relaxed and dropped his fist. Apparently he’d just given away something to his fellow Stargate agent that he hadn’t realized himself yet: he didn’t just have the hots for Michelle. He cared about her wellbeing, cared about her.

Without a word, Nick turned and walked toward the shed.