CHAPTER TWELVE
Supervising Agent Carter frowned as her phone rang. She stared at the caller-ID, certain it was a mistake.
She hesitated behind her large walnut desk. Her feet were planted firmly on the floor. She didn't lean back, didn't believe in recliners. The more time it took to plant her feet, the less time she had to react to a threat.
The cameras in her room weren't so much to keep an eye out while she was present, but rather to keep watch when she went home for the evening. She always had the security team sweep her car before she left as well.
The faint, glowing light from the sun lamp by the window illuminated the large, black drapes which she'd custom ordered to fit her office window. The fabric was lined with strands of Kevlar. The window itself was bulletproof.
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