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did nothing to jeopardize their ‘ old ’ identities.
    Persephone had a lithe figure, but there was a little more meat on her than Jennifer, which makes her even stronger in hand-to hand combat. She had no problem completing a hundred push-ups and Rose sensed in a fair bare-handed fight between them, it would be anybody ’s game.
    As well as physically fit, she was intelligent and uncommonly beautiful. Although Isaac had always had a thing for long hair, even he was forced to admit Persephone made the pixie cut work. In another lifetime, he would have wanted to get to know her better. And he ’s not ashamed to admit, if he didn’t work with her, there is no question he would have invited her into his bed.
    As the elevator reached the top floor and the doors slid open, Isaac came face to face with the angry expression of Foxhound.
    The middle-aged man ’s arms were folded sternly across his chest and he made a deliberate show of checking his watch. “ You ’re late,” he stated coldly.
    “ Yeah, ” Isaac admitted, stepping out of the elevator. “But only a little,” he added cheerfully.
    “ I ’m not in the mood, Rose,” he growled, spinning on his heel and marching down the hallway.
    Isaac moved swiftly, staying just two steps behind his boss, but keeping up with the pace. He opened his mouth to make another quip, but he sucked it back realizing wisely, he was already on thin ice with his superior. Instead, he remained respectfully quiet. The only sounds in the corridor were the purposeful steps of the two men. Foxhound ’s stylish, highly polished shoes tapping lightly accompanied by the heavy clump of Isaac’ s boots.
    When Foxhound reached his office, he pushed open the door and stepped to one side, fiddling with the cufflink at his left wrist as he waited for Rose to step inside.
    Isaac glanced with a wry smile at his fastidious employer. “ Listen, ” he sighs, preempting the lecture that was coming. “I know I should have got in touch, but if we’d waited, we could have lost him.”
    Foxhound sighed loudly as he crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him. “That can wait,” he muttered, as he passed Isaac and sat behind his mahogany desk. “There’s something much more pressing we need to discuss,” he added, his elbows coming up to the surface of the desk and steeping his fingers in front of his face. “I have a new job for you.”
     

CHAPTER
3
    Isaac remained on his feet, seemingly gazing at a blank wall to his right. There were no pictures hanging on it and it was covered in the same beige wallpaper that decorated the other three walls. He’s been in this office many times before, and he knows what lies behind the wall. And as he waits patiently, the thin façade slid upward, revealing a large television screen divided into three sections.
    It was blank as Foxhound began his briefing. “We have a significant national security risk on our hands,” he announces matter-of-factly, as he taps one of the keys on his computer keyboard.
    The screen Isaac is looking at illuminates, the largest of the three sections instantly filled with an enlarged email. Rose ’ eyes quickly scanned the document, which he recognized was a communication between two members of the Cabinet.
    “This was infiltrated and sent to at least three individuals in Russia,” Foxhound sighed, leaning back in his chair and resting both hands at the back of his head.
    Isaac did not turn around. Instead, he was reading the content of the email, which focused on spy plane missions into the Middle East and the defense secretary ’s concerns over a site that seemed to be used for weapons manufacturing.
    “We traced the hack to a computer in the Oval Office,” his superior added flatly.
    Peering over his shoulder, Rose raised an eyebrow. “If this was an inside job, why isn’t the CIA handling it? Can’t be that hard pinning down a suspect.”
    “Apparently harder than you’d think,” he responded wryly,