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A mission without armor and weapons? Instead, there’s black ties and gowns. Schmoozing and dancing. Sounds like Carolina’s worst nightmare. Specifically, the dancing part. York, though, is loving every bit of it. Especially, the dancing part.
Carolina studied the invitation in her hands. It was clear plastic with holographic ink that shimmered when the light hit it just right.
Verdidad Museum of Human Culture
100th Grand Gala
Their next mission. Words spun in her head. Museum. Gala. Black tie. Ball. No armor. Dancing. She didn’t like any of them. Some less than others.
York caught up with her in the hall. “Hey, you were awfully quiet in there. Everything okay?”
He laughed. “I’ve never seen you zone out in a briefing before.”
She frowned at him. “I wasn’t zoning out. I was thinking.”
“Whatever you say, boss.” When she didn’t respond, he tapped her arm. “Come on—something’s on your mind. You can tell me.”
“This mission doesn’t-” She considered her words before finishing. “I don’t know, rub you the wrong way? Fancy gala. No armor. We’ll be vulnerable.”
“Oh, come on, Carolina, it’ll be fun. We get to dress up, and look, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Chamberlain.” He waggled his eyebrows—a goofy smile on his face. Read more…