”“Better hurry up. Here come the descriptions.”“Hurry? Why?”“Hope you can hold it. All action is about to come to a grinding halt for abou...t twenty minutes.”Dan was a middle-aged man weighing 197 pounds and measuring 5’11” when standing up straight, or 5’10.5” when slouched a little. He was a caucasian. He had brown eyes. He liked drinking beer. He watched football on TV on the weekends. He was wearing a white undershirt that was maybe a little bit off-color white depending on which light you. When night fully involved the city, the Temps executed their plan. It was simple, and coordinated. At the same time, all of Kill Team Bravo were taken out, with a minimum of fuss and muss. There was a difference between a Kill Team, who were sent after civilians and other embarassments (politicians, lawyers, journalists, and leaks) and agency assassins, who's targets were usually other agents, foreign or rogue domestic. A much tougher target, in most cases. The Kill Team didn't stand a chance. “All I can afford,” I say.You’re on your knees on the bed and I’m fucking you in the ass and we’re watching ourselves in the mirror with the menu scrawled across our reflections.You’ll do things my wife won’t but that’s not why I like being with you.We meet at a motel out at the beach. You bring a bottle of whiskey. You do a strip tease for me while I drink and take pictures.“Did your wife ever do this for you?” you ask.“Of course.”“How about this?” You sit up on the dresser, spread your legs,. Lewis.”Looking up at him as she slid in, “Meagan!”“Yes ma'am, Meagan it is,” he said smiling.Getting in, he looked back towards her and asked, “Mr. Stuart’s office, correct?”“Yes Andy, thank you.”Meagan settled back in the seat as Andy navigated traffic. It wasn’t long before they were pulling up in front of about a twenty-story building. She looked out at it and just smiled. It was all modern with dark stone and glass.Reaching for the door handle before Andy could jump out, she looked over.