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Knowing their incompetence, they’d try to figure out if I was using Morse code with my eyelashes to give him a message or something.
Making a mental note to apologize for being rude if I made it back home, and figuring Denny would forgive me if I disappeared forever, I headed for the back seat and climbed in.
As the doors locked around me, I merely faced straight ahead as the car pulled from the curb and eased into traffic.
“Don’t you want to know where we’re heading, Mr. O’Donnelly?”
The query came ten minutes into the ride from the gloomy shadows beside me.
The voice was younger than Riggs’. Female. Accent-less and uninteresting with it, aside from the soft trace of amusement in her words.
My brow furrowed. “Why would I be interested? It’ll be another beige-on-beige room in a beige-on-beige office space in a random skyscraper in the city.”
“Not tonight, Mr. O’Donnelly,” the woman informed me, her tone sly. A croon almost.
“I guess I’ll find out when I get there,” I dismissed, but I turned my face to stare into the darkness where she was sitting. “Do I know you?”
A soft chuckle was her only answer. A glow from the streetlights flashed into the backseat, illuminating a part of her face.
As she turned to look at me, I got more of a glimpse of her features, but I didn’t recognize them. I did, however, see that she’d held out her hand for me to shake.
When I reached out, she murmured, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. O’Donnelly.”
“The pleasure’s mine, Agent…?”
“Black.”
“Agent Black,” I repeated. “And where are we heading if it isn’t some innocuous building the NSA has set up for me tonight?”
More of that odd humor laced her words as she drawled, “Langley.”
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TEXT CHAT
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Conor:Can I ask you a question?
Star:Depends.
Conor:On?
Star:Whether I want to answer it.
Conor:Helpful.
Star:You know I endeavor to be helpful at all times, Conor.
Conor:Guess what I just saw!
Star:What?
Conor:A pig flying over the Empire State Building.
Star:Are you saying I’m a liar??(?*´?`)?*?``
Conor:I’m saying you’re liberal with the truth. And you’re no angel if that’s what that emoji is supposed to be.
