“What are you doing?” Nathan asked.
“Lookin’ for the latch.” Fury cussed, shifted, and Nathan heard the click. A panel swung open, and Fury reached into darkness.
“What’s in there?” Nathan asked, trying to see over Fury’s shoulder.
“A bag, I think.” Fury jerked his chin in a silent command for Nathan to move, and Fury came out of the closet with a black duffel kept closed with a pair of luggage locks.
“That it?”
“Think so,” Fury said. “Ain’t nothin’ else in there.” He closed the panel.
“Is it heavy?”
“Kinda.”
“Not dripping bodily fluids, is it?”
Fury lifted the bag. “Not that I can see.”
“Well, okay, then.”
“Mmm.” Fury planted a kiss on Nathan’s lips, stepped around him, and stopped.
Laura stood in her security uniform, blocking their path with her arms crossed and holster undo
