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scowl that had detonated entire armies into piles of pulp ... Natasha giggled as he swept her from the low couch with its fur throw-over and lifted her lithe supple form high in the air. He cradled her to him, to his chest, nuzzling her neck, inhaling her scent, prickling his stubble against her short spiked black hair. He could feel her agile limbs beneath the silk kimono, felt the robe writhe across her flesh in an incredibly erotic manner. This sensuous fabric standing between their coupling was far, far more erotic than simple nakedness. Carter’s breathing deepened and he looked into Nat’s mischievous sparkling eyes.
    ‘You going to come snowboarding with me tomorrow, pixie?’ he whispered, and kissed her full red lips. They were too good to abuse by leaving alone, and both of them enjoyed a languorous kiss that spun from long seconds to minutes ...
    Natasha finally pulled away with a pout. ‘You know I can’t do anything vigorous; not in my condition. The doctor ordered!’
    Carter glanced down at her belly.
    ‘Nothing vigorous? What a shame.’ He sulked. ‘I had so many fine games planned for you.’ He trod carefully across the plush thick-pile carpet, towards the bedroom and the glow of candles within.
    ‘Games?’ Natasha seemed to consider this.
    ‘You remember that DPM commando outfit I bought you?’
    ‘You mean the peephole one?’
    ‘Mm.’
    There came a long pause.
    ‘Well ... if I must,’ she murmured huskily as Carter’s size ten military boot kicked the door closed and shut off the candles from the sight of anyone out there in the thickly falling snow.
    The happy couple had failed to observe a broad-shouldered figure outside, arms folded across his black-clad chest, his balaclava-masked gaze fixed through the tumbling flakes on the window of the room where seconds earlier Natasha had reclined.
    Snow fell.
    And in the blink of an eye, the figure was gone.
    Carter lay, dozing on the bed, Natasha’s perfect long naked legs languishing beside his sleepy gaze. He moved close, nuzzling her sweet-smelling skin, and she murmured in sleep, rolling away from him and pitilessly stealing the heavy duvet. The room was dark, illuminated only by the glow of candles around the low bed. Carter rolled to his back, then sat up, stomach grumbling from a lifetime of whisky abuse. He popped a tablet, rubbed at his eyes, then picked up the small alloy ECube from the low carved pine table beside the bed.
    An ECube was an electronic communications device issued by Spiral - the current model ran a V4.5 ICARUS operating system, sported a 24GHz RISC processor and 512 gigabytes of static RAM. The tiny alloy machine which doubled not only as a GPS but as a link to the massive Spiral CDb (Criminal Database) was completely solid-state, and had many tiny tricks up its little alloy sleeve. Communications, information, weapons system -the ECube was the invaluable asset for any Spiral field operative.
    Carter grinned, tossing the ECube in his hand like a softball. He squeezed, and the surface came alive with soft blue digits. Reclining, Carter skimmed through recent reports - global activity, criminal, political, social. He yawned, and dropping the ECube beside the bed once more moved to the living quarters of the cabin, running himself a glass of water and standing, naked, staring out at the softly falling snow in the darkness.
    It’ll be dawn soon, he realised.
    ‘Exercise is what you really need ,’ taunted Kade at the back of his mind. ‘ Burn off that puppy fat... show us you’re the real man you pretend to be, fucker. ‘
    ‘Yeah, yeah - drop dead.’
    ‘ You wish. ‘
    Carter poured himself a second glass of water, then moved to the low pine table and sat, staring at the small flexible GridMap entrusted to him by Jam. ‘Keep that safe for me, fucker,’ Jam had said, grinning over a pint of Guinness.
    ‘What is it?’
    ‘A map.’
    ‘Of what?’
    Jam had tapped his nose conspiratorially, giving his cheeky