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myself, my voice sounding shaky in the still night air, reflecting the uncertainties that still lingered in me.
                  I unlocked the door that led from Noah’s storage area to the small room that served as his office and the official meeting place of The Organization.
                  At my somewhat clumsy entrance, everyone in the room stopped talking and turned to watch as I fumbled with the door that always seemed to stick just for me.
                  “Cameron, where have you been? We were starting to get worried about you. You know with the heightened security in place right now, none of us should ever be unaccounted for.” That was Noah’s way of letting me know that he was worried about me. The others no doubt could care less. But then, Noah had reason to be worried. We all did.
                  A few weeks earlier, I’d intercepted an email from the Red Jihad that had a reference in it that to anyone else would have seemed innocent enough. But not to me. My heart had kicked into overdrive when I read the word anchor. It might mean nothing more than what it appeared to mean on the surface, or it might mean everything. You see, anchor was Noah’s code name. In the context of the note, it simply said that the anchor was loose and off shore. At the time I’d intercepted the email, Noah was on assignment. Of course I had no idea where or what type of assignment he was doing, but that reference had sent up all sorts of red flags. I’d called Noah’s secure cell phone and told him what I’d found out and he’d immediately flown back to D.C. Since that time, we were all watching our backs.
                  If this meant what none of wanted to believe it meant, then the implication was clear. Someone had gotten access to top-level secure documents. Information that put us all in jeopardy. We were spooked. Everyone in the group was looking at the others and wondering if there was a mole amongst the five.         
                  Unfortunately, that was just another risk in the type of work that we did. Not only do you have to worry about being found out by the enemy, there are times when you really don’t know who to trust within your own group.
                  That’s why most members of such specialized security teams as ours burn out quickly--within a few years. So, it doesn’t really pay to get too close to anyone because you never know when they might slip up and end up dead.
                  Our team was probably one of the closes, but still there was a certain amount of rivalry, even between the five of us. We were co-workers, united by a common cause, and for the most part, we trusted each other. That didn’t necessarily mean that we were friends. Noah and I are probably one of only a handful of exceptions to that rule. Noah was the closest thing I’d ever known to a true blue friend in years. We loved each other, but lately that love was being shoved to the back burner more and more. And I think that was the real reason behind my frustrated state of late. Noah and I were married. We were supposed to mean everything to one other. Instead we’d become sometimes lovers and friends. I wanted more. No--I needed more. I needed what every other married couple in the world had except for us. I needed a future.
                  The second my eyes met his, I found myself remembering all over again why I’d fallen in love with Noah. He was after all the best-looking man I’d ever met, in that tall, dark, handsome and definitely dangerous kind of way. Even though Noah was almost ten years my senior, he was still gorgeous to me.
                  “Hi, I’m sorry, I know. I’m terribly late, but I got held up at work and then...traffic.” I shrugged as if to say, ‘you know,’ not bothering to tell him I’d walked.
                  “Next time, would you at least