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“And was said mission successful?” she asked as she sipped her drink without looking at him.

“Mm-hmm.”

Thank God!

She turned to look at him.

He was trying not to laugh.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yes. Yes, you did.” He grabbed her free hand. “You’re not alone. Feels a bit like the afternoon of Christmas Eve.” He kissed her cheek and pulled back about five seconds before Vixen breached the surface, followed shortly after that by Enigma.

23

MARCH 7TH

Waters

Can I give Kai more than these next few weeks?

That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? And it was distracting him from his job right now. Giving himself a shake, he tried to convince himself he’d have plenty of time to mull it over later.

Later. There’s a whole other level of distraction.

His meeting with TB and Nemo took care of two things: updates and saving him from a trip into the town. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. However, it was difficult not to think about later, not to plot and plan their time alone when he knew there wasn’t anything to inhibit him now. And he wasn’t sure which was more dangerous: thinking about what would happen behind closed doors or thinking about what was going to happen at the end of the filming.

All of a sudden, his watch began beeping softly and rapidly. Frowning, he glanced down to see a red light flashing in time to the beeping. A couple of clicks silenced the beeping and flashed a code on the screen: C1.

Kubrick’s room!

Kubrick was squatting down at the edge of the pier talking to Vixen and Enigma, checking in on her injured actress and discussing with them if they thought working an injured Vixen into the script as a moment might have value. He didn’t want to leave her alone, but someone or something had tripped Cyclopes back at the house.

“Kubrick, I’m going to go check on the others. You good here?”

“Sure thing. Everything okay?”

“Just stay here with Enigma and Vixen, okay?”

Kubrick frowned but gave a single nod.

It took everything he had in him not to take off at a run for the house, but he didn’t want Kubrick to panic. Plus, he knew that TB, Nemo, and Demon would all be getting the same alarm. One of them would be close by to keep an eye on Kubrick, and the others would be moving toward the house. Once he had turned the corner on the path between the lake and the house, he tapped into his watch’s comm system.

“Sitrep,” he barked.

An Irish brogue came over the speaker. “C1, C2, and C4 perimeters breached. On my way there now.”

“No one was watching the house?”

“Nemo was.”

A feeling of unease rippled through Waters. “Has he checked in?”

“Negative.”

“TB?” he called out.

“Got my eyes on Kubrick. Go.”

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