“I’ve told the instructor cadre they were also welcome to teach them some manners along the way. Though we will not be sharing how you beat them. That will be left as a lesson for the student.”
That earned him laughter from around the table as everyone started eating once more.
CIA Agent Fred Smith looked far less distraught by that speech than she’d expected.
He noticed her attention and sighed. “I’m a field liaison, not an analyst like you and definitely not part of the action teams.”
Was she still an analyst? Two actions in forty-eight hours, three if she counted the two separate encounters aboard the cruise ship. And clearly another pending with her still in the field.
Was this somehow her interim team? She certainly didn’t belong. The Unit were the top combat fighters. Five years
