After a four-day break, the agents had caught up on paperwork and other necessary housekeeping that kept their tight ship running smoothly.
The quiet of the last day had lifted their spirits and as they entered the late afternoon, even the dour Agent Ressler seemed in a jovial mood.
The sound of the elevator descending had some in the area tensing. All eyes turned expectantly. After Anslo Garrick had breached the site, it paid to be cautious.
After a few moments, the door opened. Then a familiar voice called out, “Honey, I’m home.”
Aram and Samar smiled their relief that it was friend, not foe. Ressler’s face grimaced, his jovial mood a thing of the past.
Liz smiled sympathetically at her partner. They all knew of his hot date tonight and had been wishing that nothing would hamper his
