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Sleeping with the…

The devil takes many forms, and our protagonist has met quite a few. In his line of work, there are few opportunities to snatch a little rest and recreation between life-and-death missions.

Coming back from a mandatory rest period, to recover from the worst of disasters that nearly cost him his life, there is time for the mortality aspect to start doing a number in his head.

It is inevitable.

And as inevitable is the slow breaking down of those beliefs in his invincibility. 

But worse than that, his handler started to think he was losing his edge, enough to send a backup just in case.

And why does it have to be an enigma wrapped up in a mystery?  It’s not as if to say she is there for any other reason than help in the mission, but after getting shot, and taking a cocktail of drugs and alcohol, his mind wanders.

The woman in white, that apparition that appears to be too good to be true, is dancing on the edge of his memory.  Who is she?  Well, in a moment of finally doing his job, keeping a watchful eye over the conference delegate, a woman from his past, he sees them together, and their chemistry together tells him it is a daughter or a special relative. 

It doesn’t explain why the woman in white is there.

It is a question for another day.