Part 2 - Chapter 25 - Observe and Report (Part 1)

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Dear Readers: This ended up being a long chapter so I split it into two parts. I'm posting both parts at the same time to give you the option to finish reading the entire scene.


Our hotel room faced the office building across the street. Hailee scanned the Stars and Stripes Import Export Company office with binoculars.

I approached and wrapped my arms around her from behind.

She lowered the binoculars and turned to face me. She did that thing where she rested a palm against my chest. I pulled her to me and kissed her, resuming what we had started at the check-in desk. Except now, I was starving to have all of her.

She responded to my kiss, and I gently nudged her toward the bed. As the back of her thighs touched the mattress, she made a little noise of protest and stopped me.

"What's wrong?" I panted.

She caught her breath. "Nothing is wrong. Except I'm kind of uptight. I can't relax knowing what we have to do."

I chuckled and leaned in to kiss her again. "Oh, baby, I'll help you relax."

She resisted. "Sing, I want you as much as you want me, but please, I want our first time to be special. As anxious as I am, I'm not going to be any good for you. My mind isn't right."

"What's it going to take to get your mind right?"

"Let's do what we have to do over there," She nodded with her head toward the office building across the street. "After our job is done and I know you're going to be safe, it'll be a relief to me, and I'll be in a much friskier mood."

I took a deep breath and blew it out, releasing some of the tension built up within me. "Okay, we'll do it your way."

She kissed my ear and whispered, "Thank you. I'll make it up to you in ways you can't even imagine."

My heart began to race. "In the meantime, don't say things like that to drive me crazy."

My phone buzzed. Trent. I moved toward the window. "Hailee and I are here looking across the street at the tenth floor. It's after five and appears as if everyone's gone home for the day."

"The two of you will be able to communicate using the comm gear," Trent said. "Obviously, I'm out of range, so Hailee should call me on her cell and act as a go between."

"Got it. Look, T, if I can get in there, what exactly am I looking for?"

"The ship's outgoing manifest would be great."

"Do you really think they would list uranium on the manifest? Trent, I'm uncomfortable about our lack of mission purpose. I'm doubting this whole thing more and more." And I had the most beautiful woman in the world waiting to make love with me.

"If there's nothing to be found, then abort and forget it. But Sing, if you find any evidence, no matter how thin, it will have all been worthwhile."

Sometimes putting one's country first sucked.

Trent ended the call. Hailee helped me unpack and power up the comm gear. The receivers were virtually invisible when pressed into our ear canals.

She continued to study the building through the binoculars. "Take a look at the lights on the fifth floor."

I did as she asked. "Yeah, so what?"

"It appears as if the office building has a janitorial service that methodically moves from floor-to-floor. I saw them go from four to five. I'm timing them to see how much time they spend on each floor."

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