At one in the morning, Arwen heard her phone’s alarm and grimaced. She pulled her laptop and took it into the bathroom and set it on the counter. She logged into the Bellona site, found her instructions, and fought the giddy rush of excitement. She immediately accepted her assignment with a smug grin. They had known she would take it. Her team had already landed in Boston. She needed to make it to rendezvous. A car would be waiting in six minutes.
She went to her suitcase and pulled it into the bathroom and slid into all black gear. Her team would have everything she needed.
“Arwen?” Deidre sat up in her bed. “What are you doing?”
“Can’t sleep. Cavallaro pissed me off. I need to go burn off energy.” She lies with ease.
“It’s one in the morning,” she groaned and pulled the pillow over
