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The plates were civilian, but there was a small motor pool ID tag at the bottom of the rear tailgate indicating that it was a government vehicle. That reassured me a little... but not much. I tapped nervously on the heavily-tinted front window on the passenger side of the car. Nothing happened at first, then the back window rolled slowly down. “Back here,” a feminine voice said. I was pretty sure that I recognized the voice as Lacy’s, but to make sure I called out softly, “Marco...” After a moment, the feminine voice answered, “Roni.” It was a joke between us dating from several years back when we had gotten finagled into a long stakeout / manhunt together out in the Arizona desert. What happened there and why I was helping the FBI track someone down is for another time, but a lot of things can happen when you spend almost a month with someone out in the middle of nowhere. One of the things I found out about Lacy– other than the fact that she is perpetually horny– is that she had never played Marco Polo as a child, but remarkably had an internet friend by the name of Marco Roni. We were walking through some gullies at night and I lost track of her. I asian softly called out, “Marco,” and she answered “Roni.” It was the first thing to pop into her mind and to me it sounded like she was completing macaroni. Luckily japanese there was no one around to hear us laughing ourselves silly. After that, it was a fairly regular way of breaking the monotony. I opened the door and got in. Her eyes said it all. They were wide and frantic as she said in a very soft voice, “We’ve got a mole in our taskforce.” She took my hand and her voice almost cracked. “We’ve all been walking around with our backs to the wall the past couple of days scared to death that someone is going to slip one of those Kollars around our necks.” “That sounds a little extreme,” I said flatly. She opened the computer in her lap and turned it so I could see the screen. There was a video queued up. Two naked people stirred groggily on the floor. Both were wearing Volkov Kollars. “These are my lead agents,” Lacy said flatly. Then even more flatly, she added, “... were.” After a breath to collect herself, she explained, “Four days ago Agent Ramon Sanchez sent me a late evening text saying that he thought he was close to the Master of the Kollar. He said that by morning he would know for sure... or be dead. “Yes japanese I super love it!” her voice came out muffled with her face down in the futon. Presently, her shoulders jumped a little bit as she began to cry. “I always wanted you to be my mom.” Troop logistics. Her breasts were somewhat small but they were proud and firm. The salty goo, was more than I could handle, and I began to cough a little. He saw Denise asian blushing a little as he spoke. I need to him to fuck me. There was a car in front of me and turned on to our street. She shook and quivered then clamped her teeth onto his pillow to keep from crying out her rapture, the only sound she made was the rush of air through her nose as she forced her own silence. He returned the kiss becoming feverish for that energy which poured into him through her lips. We’re getting great data on hybrid behavior, especially with people. It’s very special. Tasha smiled and gestured him into the kitchen, “How about I make you a sandwich, you must be hungry.”