II"HERE'S THE SPOT, MARI. I think we can find one here." I pulled my smartphone from the inside jacket pocket of my three-piece wool-blend suit. The tracker program was working and pinpointed this spot.
Mari came over to look at the screen next to me. She preferred her tight black leather outfit in situations like this. It allowed her movement and protection, as well as various places for the weapons she carried.
I carried no weapons other than my own intellect, which you would say was a double-edged blade - able to creatively solve problems as well as take them apart. But we had been raised in different times, literally. Her own insistence on training and her martial arts exercises always endeared her to me. She was a wonder to look at while I sat on the stationary bicycle and peddled a
