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“Tomorrow morning we’ll have Fox draw up a contract, just to cover us. Some innocuous security review or some such. And Morgan, remember that experiment we’ve been talking about? The one we’ve been putting off because we agreed we needed an outside observer?”
    â€œYes,” Morgan said, dragging the word out. He realized he had stepped into a trap with no good way out.
    â€œWell now, here we have someone you trust. Since he’s trusting us with national security secrets, I’m thinking we can trust him with our little secret.”
    â€œWhat have I gotten myself into?” Roberts asked.
    â€œYou’ll have to see it to believe it, pal,” Morgan said, and drained his coffee cup.

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    â€œSo, you were going to tell me how you and Red got together.” Mark Roberts leaned against a work table in the secret basement under Stark and O’Brian’s office building. Morgan sat beside him, doing some tune up work on a new acquisition. His attention was divided between listening to Roberts, lightening the trigger pull on his new CZ-75, and avoiding thoughts of what he would be doing next.
    â€œWell I was on a job south of the border,” Morgan said, looking up and grabbing his coffee cup. “I got double-crossed by the contractor. It cost me a few good men and almost got me killed in an ambush. On my way back to the States I ran into Felicity. By the way, I wouldn’t call her Red if I was you. Nobody does but me.”
    â€œOkay.” Roberts was watching as he was trying to follow the complex reassembly steps for the Czech automatic, but it was obvious that he had other things on his mind. “So what was our Irish beauty doing down south?”
    â€œPulling off a robbery,” Morgan said in a matter of fact tone. From a wall rack he pulled down a custom made double shoulder rig. “Oddly enough, she was hired by the same guy. She got ditched in the jungle. I pulled her out. In the process of getting together to get our money from the mutual contractor, we became fast friends. I was about ready to take a break from the constant wandering anyway, always looking for the next war. So, we decided to use ourhard earned talents and go into business.”
    â€œWell, that pretty much explains it,” Roberts grinned, watching Morgan slip his Browning Hi-power into the shoulder holster under his left arm. “Except, how did you find her in the jungle, is your business relationship strictly business, and what the hell is that under your right arm?”
    â€œMy right shoulder holster holds my main fighting knife,” Morgan replied, sliding the blade out of its scabbard. “The Randall Model One. I think it’s still the finest custom made knife you can get for its use. Which is killing.”
    â€œThe answer to your other questions is forthcoming.” It was Felicity, closing the door at the top of the stairs. She floated down those steps to join the two men. Her jeans were identical to Morgan’s but tighter, outlining those hips she would forever think too full, but which every man knew were perfect. Like Morgan, she wore crepe soled boots and a tee shirt. While his shirt was black and lettered with
Kill ‘Em All, And Let God Sort ‘Em Out,
she wore a green one that said
I Like Caviar, Cadillacs And Cash.
    â€œI’ll let you explain while I get ready,” Felicity said, looking relaxed as she walked toward the far end of the pistol range.
    â€œCoward,” Morgan said. Then he laughed at himself in a way that seemed to annoy his guest.
    â€œOkay, I’m hooked,” Roberts said, walking with Morgan to the firing line. “What’s the big secret?”
    â€œI can’t keep it to myself any longer,” Morgan said, handing a pair of ear plugs. “I gave her that shirt.”
    â€œNo, seriously, what’s up?”
    Morgan’s face took on a grim demeanor as he drew his pistol. “Look, pal,