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When Martin Klein stepped off the plane, Morgan couldn’t help but give a fond smile. His shock of blonde hair spiked up all over the place, his jacket was done up with the wrong buttons and he jerked away from people around him to maintain his need for personal space. He carried a small backpack with everything he needed for this short trip to help them with the mission. Most would consider him unusual, many might even use the word ‘special’ in a way that wasn’t a compliment. But few understood how special Martin really was, and Morgan was grateful that she was one of them.
They had grown close over the missions they had experienced together with Jake. Although Martin wasn’t a natural field agent, his knowledge and ability to think differently had often proved to be the missing link t
