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Hobsons Choice Affair Chapter 25
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The agent who had met Mark and Illya at the airport sat up and rubbed his
jaw ruefully as he pulled out his communicator.
"Open Channel D --- Priority --- Scramble."
Waverly's voice came through. "How did it go?"
"As expected -- remind me to never again call Agent Dancer a dish in her
partner's hearing. They're on their way, none the wiser."
"Good work. Join the others at the rendezvous and wait for the signal."
The agent acknowledged the order, signed off, and left the airport.
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When the pair arrived at the resort, they split up, each seeking his own
partner.
As Illya moved toward his rendezvous with Angelique, he considered what Mark
had said on the way here. Did letting your emotions get involved with a
partner give you an advantage, or was it a detriment on missions? He'd
never had a permanent partner, never having made the connection which seemed
so obvious when he watched the best pairs at work -- such as Mark and April.
The two seemed to read each others' minds at times, or at least anticipate
what the other would do, especially in times of crisis. What would it be
like, he wondered, to be able to have that much confidence in a partner?
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"What does he see in you, I wonder?"
Naopleon was thinking the same thing as his captor curled up in his lap,
deliberately teasing him with her nearness. What *had* Illya seen in this
dangerously unstable woman?
"He'll be here soon," she continued, "and I have another surprise for him
when he arrives."
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April had just finished giving one of the spa's guests a manicure -- one of
her duties as part of her cover -- when Mark found her. They exchanged a
brief hug as Mark brought her up to date and received her report in turn.
"Are you expecting her to call?"
"Not really, no. There's something seriously wrong with that woman, Mark --
she makes my skin crawl."
"Then let's find a good vantage point, in case Illya needs us."
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Illya was moving cautiously along when he felt something cold and metallic
against his skull just behind his right ear.
"Why am I not surprised?" a low male voice whispered. "You were always such
a good agent -- so worried about the 'innocents', the little people who were
of no conscequence. Or is this Solo of more importance than he appears?
Maybe he's only important to you."
Illya recognized the voice after the first question, and mentally swore as
the pieces fell into place. Ryan Edwards, a man he'd worked with
occasionally -- and only now realized had been offering more than the hand
of friendship, as he was pushed against the wall and thoroughly searched,
the other man using the excuse to steal obscene caresses.
"Why am *I* not surprised, to discover you're the traitor?" Illya asked in
turn. "How long has Angelique
been playing you for a fool?"
"Who says I'm working *for* the lady? We're collegues, working together."
Edwards perssed him against the wall, using his own body to hold him in
place. "We could have been partners, you and I, in so many ways. Soon I
will have you, willing or not." His erection pressed into Illya's back a
moment more before the man released him and pushed him along toward
Angelique's rooms.
Illya knew as he walked down the hall he had a weapon, and hoped he'd have
an opportunity to use it.
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