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foreign insurgents was to further their own agenda. An attack on American soil was guaranteedto rally the loyal. Now,
with more men joining them every day, he and his compatriots could consolidate their power base and expand their
sphere of influence.
The FBI will undoubtedly accelerate their attempts to infiltrate our ranks now, so be vigilant, Matheson said.
Yes sir. Were screening carefully. The redhead hesitated. Have we resolved the problem with the security
breakdown here, sir?
Matheson shook his head. Not yet. Take this lesson to heart, my friend. Never rely too strongly on anyone but your
most trusted brothers-in-arms. He clamped a hand on the younger mans shoulder. But, despite the unreliability of
dealing with bureaucrats and low-level informants, its also useful to have sources inside the system. We may be able
to deal with all our problems another way.
Sir?
I was advised that the White House press secretary released an interesting tidbit last night, Matheson said. Blair
Powell and her deviant secret service guard intend to hold a so-calledwedding ceremony. I imagine the papers will
have that this morning.
The redhead grunted. Shes an embarrassment to the entire country.
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But the timing is good for us. If a morally outraged manor womanwere to put a stop to them, wed fulfill our mission to
destabilize President Powells administration, and wed cut off a possible return route for our missing CIA agent.
Andwe could disavow any involvement.
Exactly. Lets call on our friends to activate someone, preferably a member of one of the splinter groupssomeone
expendable who wont be traceable to us or our Conservative Coalition allies.
What should I tell them about the target, sir?
That we want both neutralized, but Roberts should be the priority.
Do we have their location, sir?
Matheson grimaced. No, weve lost them temporarily, but Powells official schedule of appearances is updated daily.
A public assault is a suicide mission, the redhead said mildly.
All the better, as long as heor shetakes the targets out first.
Yes sir.
The men shook hands. Godspeed, Colonel. God bless America, General.
* * * * *
When Blair awoke, she was surprised to discover that Cam had gotten out of bed without waking her.
Ordinarily she was a light sleeper, but she had lain awake for a long time the night before, after Cam had
fallen asleep in her arms. Partly, shed still been wound up from worrying about Cam all day, but it was
more than that. Felicia and Renée were staying in the guesthouse, which had been transformed into an ad
hoc office for the OHS. Her security team had relocated to the main house, and Mac was probably
already setting up a command center in the dining room downstairs. Diane remained in the main house at
Paulas suggestion, which made it easier to protect her as well. The new arrangements made it impossible
to deny that she was living in a high security complex. And now her lover was a deputy director in a
national security organization that had not existed two months before. Blair was faced with the cold hard
realization that, even when her father was no longer president, her life was not suddenly going to be
normal. Thiswas normal, and it was what shed been fighting to avoid all her life.
Blair rolled over and opened the bedside table. Cams weapon wasnt there, because she was wearing it.
Because even in this, their soon-to-be new home, they werent entirely safe. She walked to the window to
look out over the dunes to the ocean. There was no one in sight. Even the fishing trawlers were so far out
to sea they were no more than dots on the horizon. She was as alone here as she had ever been, and she
should have felt free, but she didnt. With a sigh, she pushed her melancholy aside and went to look for
her lover.
She found Cam in the kitchen, leaning against the counter drinking coffee. She wore her casual work
attirechinos and a button-down collar shirtand her weapon.
Did you eat something? Blair asked as she placed a hand in the center of Cams stomach and kissed
her. Then she sidled around her to pour her own cup of coffee.
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I had some toast. You want some?
No thanks. Blair kept her back turned. Ill grab some later. Hows your shoulder and hip?
Fine. Cam set her mug down and caught Blairs wrist before she could slip away. Whats the matter?
Blair smiled and brushed her fingers over Cams chest again. Nothing.
Cam waited until Blair had sipped her coffee, then plucked the cup from her hand and deposited it next to hers on the
counter. Then she threaded her arms around Blairs waist and pulled her gently against her body. She kissed Blair a
little bit longer than her normal morning hello, and then studied Blairs eyes. Something happen I should know about?
Just a case of the blahs, Blair said lightly. She nipped at Cams chin. Really. Go to work.
Youll tell me when youre ready, right? Cam murmured, placing another kiss gently on Blairs temple.
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foreign insurgents was to further their own agenda. An attack on American soil was guaranteedto rally the loyal. Now,
with more men joining them every day, he and his compatriots could consolidate their power base and expand their
sphere of influence.
The FBI will undoubtedly accelerate their attempts to infiltrate our ranks now, so be vigilant, Matheson said.
Yes sir. Were screening carefully. The redhead hesitated. Have we resolved the problem with the security
breakdown here, sir?
Matheson shook his head. Not yet. Take this lesson to heart, my friend. Never rely too strongly on anyone but your
most trusted brothers-in-arms. He clamped a hand on the younger mans shoulder. But, despite the unreliability of
dealing with bureaucrats and low-level informants, its also useful to have sources inside the system. We may be able
to deal with all our problems another way.
Sir?
I was advised that the White House press secretary released an interesting tidbit last night, Matheson said. Blair
Powell and her deviant secret service guard intend to hold a so-calledwedding ceremony. I imagine the papers will
have that this morning.
The redhead grunted. Shes an embarrassment to the entire country.
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But the timing is good for us. If a morally outraged manor womanwere to put a stop to them, wed fulfill our mission to
destabilize President Powells administration, and wed cut off a possible return route for our missing CIA agent.
Andwe could disavow any involvement.
Exactly. Lets call on our friends to activate someone, preferably a member of one of the splinter groupssomeone
expendable who wont be traceable to us or our Conservative Coalition allies.
What should I tell them about the target, sir?
That we want both neutralized, but Roberts should be the priority.
Do we have their location, sir?
Matheson grimaced. No, weve lost them temporarily, but Powells official schedule of appearances is updated daily.
A public assault is a suicide mission, the redhead said mildly.
All the better, as long as heor shetakes the targets out first.
Yes sir.
The men shook hands. Godspeed, Colonel. God bless America, General.
* * * * *
When Blair awoke, she was surprised to discover that Cam had gotten out of bed without waking her.
Ordinarily she was a light sleeper, but she had lain awake for a long time the night before, after Cam had
fallen asleep in her arms. Partly, shed still been wound up from worrying about Cam all day, but it was
more than that. Felicia and Renée were staying in the guesthouse, which had been transformed into an ad
hoc office for the OHS. Her security team had relocated to the main house, and Mac was probably
already setting up a command center in the dining room downstairs. Diane remained in the main house at
Paulas suggestion, which made it easier to protect her as well. The new arrangements made it impossible
to deny that she was living in a high security complex. And now her lover was a deputy director in a
national security organization that had not existed two months before. Blair was faced with the cold hard
realization that, even when her father was no longer president, her life was not suddenly going to be
normal. Thiswas normal, and it was what shed been fighting to avoid all her life.
Blair rolled over and opened the bedside table. Cams weapon wasnt there, because she was wearing it.
Because even in this, their soon-to-be new home, they werent entirely safe. She walked to the window to
look out over the dunes to the ocean. There was no one in sight. Even the fishing trawlers were so far out
to sea they were no more than dots on the horizon. She was as alone here as she had ever been, and she
should have felt free, but she didnt. With a sigh, she pushed her melancholy aside and went to look for
her lover.
She found Cam in the kitchen, leaning against the counter drinking coffee. She wore her casual work
attirechinos and a button-down collar shirtand her weapon.
Did you eat something? Blair asked as she placed a hand in the center of Cams stomach and kissed
her. Then she sidled around her to pour her own cup of coffee.
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I had some toast. You want some?
No thanks. Blair kept her back turned. Ill grab some later. Hows your shoulder and hip?
Fine. Cam set her mug down and caught Blairs wrist before she could slip away. Whats the matter?
Blair smiled and brushed her fingers over Cams chest again. Nothing.
Cam waited until Blair had sipped her coffee, then plucked the cup from her hand and deposited it next to hers on the
counter. Then she threaded her arms around Blairs waist and pulled her gently against her body. She kissed Blair a
little bit longer than her normal morning hello, and then studied Blairs eyes. Something happen I should know about?
Just a case of the blahs, Blair said lightly. She nipped at Cams chin. Really. Go to work.
Youll tell me when youre ready, right? Cam murmured, placing another kiss gently on Blairs temple.
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