Thalia seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief. She was also impressed by Dean's acting skills as if the scene was real. They followed Dr. Lucas on his wide balcony. Then he led them into a large den that smelled of leather, firewood and cigars. The carpet beneath their feet and the expensive artwork on the walls revealed that Dr. Lucas liked his surroundings fancy. According to the files they read from Ina, this scientist owns a luxurious villa in Greece, and also owns yachts. Thalia wondered if he'd paid for all these luxuries with the money he made from gambling, or if he'd started gambling to support his life of luxury. She suspected it was the latter. "Look," Dr. Lucas said as he flopped down in a leather armchair adjacent to a stone fireplace, "the Pentagon already contacted our lab yesterday morning after the Tuxie attacks. The director of D&N briefed us about it, and blood samples from Tuxie victims are already being analyzed in our facility. We've been working around the c
Dean can't really believe that he and Thalia succeeded their scheme against Dr. Lucas. Yet here he was, sitting in the front seat of an unmarked sedan and monitoring the movements of a rogue scientist who was about to meet a bona fide terrorist for a clandestine rendezvous. To Dean's delight, Dr. Lucas had signed that forged immunity agreement. He'd told them about the gambling debts he'd accrued over the past few years, admitted to having a bit of a cocaine problem, confessed that he'd been paid a substantial amount of dough for his work on Project Taurus, yet apparently not substantial enough to put even a chip in his mountain of debt. When the loan sharks and creditors came knocking, Dr. Lucas had panicked and done the only thing he could think of - sold a deadly virus to a terrorist group. Right, because for him that is the only way to solve his money problem. Dean just focused on the corner of the coffee shop, watching Dr. Lucas every move. The scientist was at a table on the
Dean still continues to hear the conversation between Dr. Lucas and the UFF representative. "And do yourself a favor, take the money and get out of town. You won't be in this city thirty hours from now." Dean could practically hear the smirk in the terrorist's voice. "What is it?" Thalia demanded. "What did he say?""He told Dr. Lucas to get out of town." Dean's jaw went rigid. "Dammit. I think these terrorists plan to release the virus again."When Thalia was about to speak, he grabbed her and kissed her on the lips. "Go, Doc. I'll just call you on the prepaid when I know more."Without another word, Thalia slid out the passenger door of the sedan and headed for the unmarked car they'd rented earlier today, which was parked a dozen yards away. He watched her for a moment, then shifted his gaze in time to see Dr. Lucas' contact impatiently rise to his feet. Dean started the engine and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, a rush of adrenaline entering his bloodstream. When the
When Dean finally returned to their motel room, Thalia had never been happier to see anyone in her entire life. It's true that Dean kept his promise and called her on a prepaid phone to let her know that he was on the way back, but she still couldn't breathe properly, not until she saw him in person and saw with her own two eyes that he was okay.Good thing he looked more than okay. Her warrior was back, his eyes glittering with menace as he spotted Dr. Steve Lucas sitting stiffly at the kitchenette. Thalia had brought the scientist back to their motel room claiming that it was for his own protection, and that he needed to be away from the terrorist's eyes. She'd led Dr. Lucas to believe that Dean and an entire team of special agents were pursuing the terrorist, when in fact it was Dean's solo mission on his part. Yet he was no longer working solo, she realized once two men in dark suits followed him into the room. Real federal agents, she thought as she noticed their Department of
Thalia never really considered herself beautiful, but somehow Dean made her feel that way. Every time he looked at her, it was such reverence, such wonder, such passion. As if she is the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. And he was equally appealing to her. She stepped closer and ran her hands over the hard planes of his chest, skimming his defined pecs and abdomen, and the trail of dark hair that arrowed down to his groin.He groaned. "I love it when you touch me, Doc."She just smiled, then she ran her hands over his body again, petting and caressing and teasing until her hand finally made its way down to encircle his erection. "Is this the reason why we still haven't picked up by the car?" she teased. "Were you the one who asked Bhram for the two-hour grace period?""You're right," he admitted. She laughed. "Well, I hope you didn't tell him why.""No, but I'm sure he knows. All anyone has to do is take a good look at my face whenever you're around and they'll know e
When Dean was suddenly quiet, she didn't push him to continue. The pain in his eyes sent an ache to her heart, and the dull note in his voice brought the fresh sting of tears to her eyes. "But he's the one who got hurt in the end," Dean said. "One night I convinced him to go out in the middle of the night so we could go late-night fishing in the lake near our house. He didn't want to come with me, but he still thought about my welfare. After fifteen minutes without a single bite, I got bored of catching fish and decided to swim in the lake."Dean was quiet again. Thalia suddenly felt queasy. "So Maverick also accompanied me to swim in the lake. We really enjoyed ourselves while bathing, we even played a game of holding our breath under the water. I won with a time of ninety seconds. But me being me, I'm bored of our game again. But Maverick still wanted to stay in the water for a while, so I left him in the middle of the lake. When I reached the shore, I turned around to look at Mav
Dean was very grateful when someone knocked on the door of their motel room, signaling that their pick-up car had arrived. He really wanted to leave when he told Thalia everything about his past. He really didn't want to talk about that tragedies in his life. He avoided them, even thinking about them. Normally, he kept the memories locked up tight, but he couldn't really stop himself from sharing them with Thalia. He'd felt himself getting too close. His heart had been in his throat when he'd made love to her earlier. He'd felt so damn vulnerable, his emotions so close to the surface that he'd decided to remind himself what happened when he let himself love someone. But his plan backfired. He had already told Thalia about his past, his fear, and his curse. She didn't even look away while listening to his story. You are the reason why I am alive today. Her quiet words buzzed in his head and he pushed them away as he went to answer the door. Bhram sent his aide, Patrick Winslow, who
"We've got a visual on Apollo. I repeat, visual on Apollo. He appears to be asleep in the back bedroom, west side, clear shot." The hushed report came from the sniper positioned on the roof of the house bordering the terrorist nest. "Roger that. Maintain visual." Faust's voice, in that same monotone murmur, echoed in Dean's earpiece. "Visual on two tangos in the back bedroom, east side," the operative covering the side of the house whispered. "Andromeda One and Two. No movement.""Andromeda Three, Four and Five in the kitchen. Visual on back door," came another whisper. "Awake but no movement."From his position in the hedges separating the UFF nest from the neighboring home, Dean fixed his gaze on the front of the house. The light was on in the living room, and he saw someone lying on the sofa, a man watching television. The bluish light from the TV screen reflected off the glass of the large front window. "Tango in the living room. Awake but no movement," Dean murmured. "That mak