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Years. It’s been at least 2 years since I last saw you. Heard your laugh. Smelled your perfume. Felt every curve of your body. You have haunted me and the way I crave you hurts more than words can describe. I’ve tried to forget you. I need to forget you. But first I must find you. And then I want answers.
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-5 years ago-
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“Good morning, Leon!” Sherry calls to me as I enter the DSO building. I give her a small smile and a slight nod in acknowledgement as I head to my office with her trailing behind me.
“Heard you got yourself a new handler,” she states. Ah. So we’re getting right to it then I see. Stepping into my office she closes the door behind her as I take my leather jacket off.
“Yeah. I heard.”
“Try not to scare this one away. Please, Leon. She’s a sweet girl and seems very capable.” I watch her sit in one of the two chairs in front of my desk. I take my seat behind and look at the files from my last mission that need to be dealt with. I take the one on top and flip it open.
“Well hopefully she’s not as bad as the last one,” I grumble out. Sherry sighs and folds her arms over her chest. I don’t even need to look up to see the look she is giving me right now so I just focus on the file in my hands.
“The last one was your fault for making him quit. He was doing just fine. Sure he had some issues with breaking cods but we could have worked with him on that,” she half scolds me. This time my eyes shoot up to hers.
“Sherry. He almost got me killed. Twice. In one mission. First time by tripping the alarm system because he didn’t actually disable the damn thing. Alerting every thing in a 5 mile radius of where I was. The second was having me go down a dead end with no way out but to blow up the floor below me to jump down to the next floor as a horde of zombies come barreling towards me. Of course I was going to give him an earful when I got back.”
“And we’re all thankful you made it out alive, Leon. But you didn’t have to chew him out like you did.”
“Yes I did. He was lucky it was me and not some other agent because they would have died. The kid couldn’t even read a layout correctly.” I sigh and push my hair back. I’m getting too old for this shit. Sherry remains quiet for some time before standing and heading towards the door. She can tell when it’s time to take her leave before an argument starts.
“Let me know when you’re ready to meet her.” And with that she leaves.
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Coffee. I need coffee. I check the time. 21:24. Perfect. Everyone should be gone by now and I can take care of the rest of the stack and in peace. I never did get around to meeting the new girl. Maybe tomorrow.
Standing up from my desk I stretch and groan at the feeling of my back decompressing. I hate paperwork but it comes with the job. If my new handler is competent enough I’ll just have her do it for me instead. It will become her job anyways.
Exiting my office I see most of the lights have been turned off and cubicles empty with black screened computers. I love it when it’s this quiet. No one to bother me with questions or meetings. But then I hear something. The clacking of a keyboard nearby. Following the sound I see a woman who looked to be about late 20s to early 30s still at her desk typing up reports. I don’t immediately recognize her. Could she be new?
“Good evening, Agent Kennedy,” she says, not even turning to face me. She’s still typing like it’s the only thing that matters right now. Files and papers strewn across her desk in neat little piles. Organized.
“Good evening.” She turns her chair to face me with a polite smile on her face. She is breathtaking. Her hair styled nicely into a high ponytail with the front part framing her face like the pieces were meant to cradle her cheeks and lightly touch her chin. Her eyes are so soft and warm to look into. Her clothes fit her so well. The blouse she wears hugs her form comfortably and the skirt is modest enough for the office. Her makeup is subtle and tasteful; complimenting her overall look.
“What can I do for you?” The question snaps me back to reality. Hopefully it didn’t seem like I was staring at her for too long.
“Oh. Uh. I was just going to get some coffee and heard someone was typing over here. What are doing here this late?” I watch as she slightly turns back towards the papers and computer before looking at me once again with that same smile.
“Honestly I’m reorganizing your files.” She picks up the file she had been working on. It’s an older one from the looks of it. “I’m hoping that by doing this I could help find patterns for you. Where the next attack could be. What might be there. That sort of thing.”
“You must be my new handler then.” I watch her closely and take in any subconscious signs she may be giving me. Efficient and organized. Good. Sherry was right she is quite capable... for now anyways. We’ll see how she handles comms and the stress of the job when it comes down to missions though. That’s the real test there.
“Ah, yes. I’m so sorry. I didn’t introduce myself yet. I tend to get hyper focused when starting a project like this.” She stands and offers her hand to me as she introduces herself. I take your hand in mine feeling how small yours is in comparison. How soft your hands are. But my eyes never leave yours.
“Pleasure to meet you.” I reluctantly drop your hand. “I hope we work well together.”
“I hope so, too. If there is anything I can do for you, Agent Kennedy, please don’t hesitate to ask,” you say brightly. Your smile is more genuine now.
“I will. Thank you.” And with that I go to the break room to get the coffee I desperately need to try to take my mind off you.