Page 16 of The Spy
A black box would wipe the Rogues clean as if we never existed and allocate agents worth keeping to other agencies. Likely, Saff, Lock, Saint, Rook, Tabs, and myself. They’d terminate all others and wipe Rogues effectively off the map.
Which was never going to happen. Not as long as I was alive.
Gabe:
Not tonight.
Oversight wants your cock:
It's important.
Gabe:
Then why aren't you calling on the secure channel?
I knew how the game was played.
Oversight wants your cock:
It's about your mission. There's an important question.
I glowered at my text messages. I should ignore this. I needed to ignore this, but if it really did involve my team, I needed to at least talk to her.
Gabe:
I'm knackered.
Oversight wants your cock:
Understood. Meet me briefly. End of the path along the tree line. I'm waiting.
Fuck. She was here? Christ.
I shoved out of bed and grabbed my usual black cargos and long-sleeved black pullover. Saff seemed to think my wardrobe was a travesty, but I didn’t need other clothes. Besides, I had real clothes at home. I didn’t keep anything real about me here… except for my sister.
As soon as I changed, I picked up my phone and texted, On my way.
The idea of meeting up with Gennifer in the dark had my cock softening compared to the aroused state I had been in all night. All that motherfucker wanted was Tabatha and her flaming red hair.
Not tonight mate. Not tonight.
When I reached the trees, I saw Gennifer leaning against her car, clad in a soft gray sweater dress, her blonde hair secured in a topknot. "Gennifer, you got me here, so what's the emergency?"
"Gabe, you look knackered."
"Yeah, we had a mission tonight, remember?"
"Yes, but last I checked, you were in a tuxedo, weren't you?"
"It's the standard operating procedure to change and return the fancy gear."
She eyed me up and down, and I got the distinct impression I was very much a piece of steak she wanted to grill. "The sex cult thing, what happened?"
I frowned. "It's all in the report, Gennifer. No trafficking. The women were there voluntarily. The men were handed off to Interpol for questioning about past activities, but we couldn't find evidence of any actual wrongdoing except them just being weird. But from what we could tell, everyone was there of their own accord. We turned that place over good and have nothing to show for it."
She nodded. "Just your average, everyday sex cult? Is there any chance they were warned?"
I frowned and crossed my arms. "Warned of what? That we were coming?”
