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Dawn chucked the last video tape onto a messy pile of old-fashioned black tapes. She had spent the entire week analyzing four large boxes of the obscure surveillance videos, documenting information vital to the drug trafficking case the squad was working on. The suspect was highly-experienced; his methods were conscientious and faultless, rendering him near-to untraceable. Watching videos of his past workplaces, Dawn had marked each of his movements and contacts to find a pattern within his modus operandi. Only one more box full of black tapes was left, but that would take her at least another solid eighteen hours.
'Caffeine,' she thought to herself. 'I need caffeine.'
She strode hurriedly out of the computer room, mainly to get away from the sight of the video tape stacks that was overcrowding the floor. She had copied all the footage into the headquarters' network and mapped the electronic linkage between each video. The work had began to drive her over the edge, mainly
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Rylie was pleasantly surprised. She looked up to him, an easy smile on her lips as a simple token of gratitude. Their eyes met, but only briefly. Something caught Rylie's eyes, and she darted her gaze above his well-tousled head. Jace followed the direction of her glance, and gave a half-chuckle when he saw what it was.
"Smooth." He said, as his hazel orbs caught her blue-grey ones. Seeing the rising red in her cheeks, Jace teasingly nudged her and whispered into her ear, "You'd think they would be more creative about where they'll hang mistletoes around here."
He made a grand gesture of looking at both sideways before playfully adding, "People sure want a smooch in between the sick ward room and the busy corridor. Talk about getting that private moment right."
Rylie bit her lip to suppress a giggle, but couldn't resist a wide smile. Jace rubbed the back of his neck and grinned. He enjoyed nothing more than seeing her bright, amused eyes that he had incited. "So, is that a yes on havin
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It was a time to be joyous. The evening of Christmas Eve had begun with a magical entrance. Flakes of ashen snow trickled under the pale sky, decorated with streaks of pink and purple hues that reflected from a grand sunset. Cold breeze easily filled the lonely streets, as most people had opted for the snug and toasty warmth of a home occupied by their family members.
Although this wasn't the case for Zack, he equally felt a great joy and relief. The strenuous mission had finally come to its end. Earlier, the squad spent a tiring five hours working to retrieve Marilyn Hutton's earrings, an impromptu mission thought in the nick of time. The plan was simple - sedate her, take hold of the jewelry and leave no evidence - but even a trivial error could blow their cover. Zack supervised his team from the reconnaissance vehicle, as the rest spread out to play their roles. As Ryan watched over the perimeter, Nicky and Dawn blended in the afternoon Christmas Eve function as guests. Dawn managed
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Ryan rolled over his mattress, letting one arm snake to the other side of the bed. Sensing the absence of a familiar form, he opened his eyes to find that Rylie was not lying next to him. He lifted his head to see if she was anywhere in their bedroom, but there was no sign of her. The cat-shaped clock on their wall read 10a.m. Ryan woke up with a start when he saw the time; he rarely slept in.
"Ryle?" He groaned her name. Ryan could feel the muscles in his body ached from just pulling himself to sit on the bed. Missions rarely left him unscathed. Even if he came home injury-free, his tired body strained from the rigorous work he had undergone. It was pleasant to watch his wife being overwhelmed with joy that he did not need any bandages, but it did not deter her from giving him a physical check-up. Rylie sighed knowingly when she found the two bruises; one on his left shoulder, the other on his knee. Not wanting to hear her doleful concern, Ryan caressed her cheek and told her that he
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Zack kept a detailed eye on the dozen set of surveillance videos that Ryan had rigged. Several of them showed the lounging areas, while a few focused on the entrance and hallways of the elite club. The Christmas function at the great hall was a good opportunity to find the criminals he had been tracking down. Zack's eyes observed the activities of the few suspects meticulously. With the help of Ryan's software program that highlighted each of the cons, Zack studied their behavior and their acquaintances. Having consumed himself in work, he heavily hesitated to reach for his phone when it rang.
Until he saw the caller ID.
"Ryan, can you take over for a minute?" Zack motioned a finger to the phone he had placed against his ear, and Ryan nodded. Zack moved to a dark corner in their reconnaissance van. He clicked on the slim screen.
"Hi Zack." A delicious voice warmed his ears. "It's been some time, hasn't it?"
"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "How are you doing, Ava?"
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Author's Note : Ryan and Rylie are just friends in this story.
"Ryan, hey!" Rylie waved her left arm extensively until she caught the jogger's attention. The light drizzle made it difficult to see clearly, and Rylie watched as Ryan slowly made out who the blonde with an umbrella was. Casually, he paced himself towards her.
"You're soaked," were Rylie's first words to him. She tilted her umbrella towards him, but their height difference proved difficult for her to balance it. After being knocked in the head a few times, Ryan took hold of the umbrella and shielded Rylie from the April shower.
"I have two more laps to go."
"You already know I'm not going to let you run in this weather." Rylie said. She could sense Ryan's mind trying to calculate his way out of her refusal, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he guided them onto the path heading towards their apartments. They walked in silence, which wasn't unusual, but Rylie knew something was on his mind.
"Zack told me what happene
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Zack placed his thumb on the scanner and waited for two seconds. The biometric device confirmed for an iris identification before it unlocked the door with a click.
“Wow,” spoke the girl next to him. “Do you need that much security?”
“For my apartment? Yeah.” Zack said honestly. He could see the awe in her face even in the shadows of the dim evening. Nicky had been right: dating someone who was not a spy was easier to please. Liz did worked for the HQ, but she was an accountant, so it didn’t count.
“After you,” Zack opened the door, letting the brunette enter first.
“Are you like royalty or something?” she asked lightheartedly, as she took off her jacket.
Zack shrugged. “You can say that.”
“Wait a minute,” Liz turned to him. “You’re one of THE Scott family? The Scotts that founded this enterprise?”
The man nonchalantly nodded as he closed the door.
“Oh wow, no one warned me
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The woman in the kitchen gave a small jump, as if she had forgotten that there was a party of people for her in the next room. She turned to give him a warm smile. “Why Ryan, I didn’t realize you were there. Can I get you something? Are you hungry?”
Ryan shook his head. If anything, he should be reminding her and Rylie to eat. Rylie herself had been so silent, Ryan wasn’t sure if she had a bite.
“Someone was asking for you,” he said curtly.
“Who was it, dear?”
“I’m... not sure.” To him, everyone at the gathering looked the same. Same frowns, same murmuring manner of speaking, same apparel colour.
“Thanks for telling me Ryan, I’ll be out once I’m finished with the dishes.” She smiled in her black dress and returned to her view above the sink. Hearing the tap water running above the plates and mugs, Ryan knew that it was time for him to leave. But his feet wouldn’t b
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"Does that hurt?"
"That's not a real answer, Ryan."
"I can handle it."
"That's what you say now," Rylie said. She examined the gash near Ryan's right elbow. "If this swells up, tell me immediately. That could mean there's an internal infection."
Ryan grunted. Rylie held his hand up to wrap a fresh bandage on top and pressed her hands against his arm to smoothen the creases. Ryan turned to look at her, but she appeared to not notice. The small blonde put back her equipments back with an air of a well-practiced healer.
She closed her case shut and spoke to Ryan, "Well, you seem fine. Just tell me if you notice any changes."
"You'll be sure to see them first." He replied teasingly. Rylie gave a brief smile before she headed towards the living room.
"Hey." Ryan voiced out. Rylie ignored him and walked on. When she reached the front door of his apartment, Ryan spoke again, "Are you leaving?"
"Yes." Rylie replied, determined.
Her eyes flashed. "You should be the one to know th