"Nice to meet you Agent Ward." Her voice brushed across the skin on his neck like a sultry ocean breeze on a tropical island and it set fire to the places it touched on his skin.
"It's good to meet you too," he whispered as he tried to figure out why he was reacting to her like this. It was poor form for her to put the weapon to his neck. The shot couldn’t register there and there would be no way to win the game. Too many scenarios played out in his mind, especially the hand-to-hand combat ones. He wasn’t sure what her game was but he would be playing along for a while.
"Looks like you're in trouble here," Jan could tell that his heart rate was up, his breathing was faster, and that he wasn’t the only one affected by her being this close. Her senses were running on overload as well. She wasn’t naive about men and relationships, short term ones that is, but this man had put her nerve endings on overload since the first time she had seen him. Now with him this close it was both scary and addictive. He wasn’t like any other reader she had worked with before. Then again she hadn’t ever been attracted to any other reader before. Long term relationships were strictly taboo in their department, but short term ones were another story and this one might just be worth it.
"I am trouble babe," he was about to turn the tables on her when he heard the alarm on his vest beep signaling that he was now out of the game. She hadn’t even given him a chance to fight back, and how did she get two weapons?
"Sorry about that, but," and this time she backed away before she finished, leaving the area on his neck chilled by her absence, "I play for keeps." She moved off as Ward turned to look at her. Without even a glance in his direction she continued, “By the way, I hate,” and she stressed the word hate, “being called babe.”
Knowing that he was watching her, intently, she deliberately stopped before entering the building to formally retrieve the envelope and as she glanced over her shoulder she smiled, at least he thought he could safely call it that. Her mouth was curved upwards in what could be interpreted as a smile but her eyes said something completely different; not bad but tempting. He wasn't sure what it all meant, but he knew that he was even more intent on finding out now. Game on.
Ward leaned back against the shed to think. He was waiting on his team. Jan had left for the barracks; she must have because he felt cold and empty like some important fluid had been drained from his body; a strange feeling for him.
"That chick's a witch," Bobby had walked up to him. Once the last of the team had been shot down the game was over and they were free to move away from the area that they had been killed.
"She does have some wicked skills," he couldn't help but smile as he said this, “Used your dead weapon to trick me.” He looked in the direction she would have had to go, but she wasn’t there.
"Something you want to share bro?" Bobby had noticed Ward's expression as well as his well-guarded thoughts and knew something was up.
“Not yet,” they started to move toward the barracks once Jordon had caught up with them. So, tell me what you think.
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