Chapter 5: T.H.R.U.S.T. Headquarters
A week later, Nikoloz and Vincent stood on a San Francisco sidewalk, in front of a nondescript row of small shops. Vincent was currently flirting half-heartedly with a bevy of mini-skirt-clad secretaries out shopping on their lunch break. He’d smiled almost automatically as they passed, causing the blonde in the middle of the group to stumble against her comrades. Now, every head was turned toward Vincent as he stood, hands on hips, lost in thought.
“We are five minutes late,” Nikoloz reminded his partner.
“We’ve been back two days. We ought to have a week’s vacation before our next mission.”
“We had nearly a week already.” Nikoloz took the steps two at a time and held the door open pointedly.
Vincent shook his head and followed more slowly. Nikolo
