Terry was back out in the back garden clearing weeds from around a gazebo in the far right corner of the yard. Chris ambled up to her and grinned snidely.

"Craig wants you in his office."

"What for?" asked Terry. "He still annoyed about last night's little trip to the Doves?"

"I think there's a mission," said the younger girl. "He came out of G-2 last night with a briefcase cuffed to his wrist."

Terry stood up and pushed her hair back. "He can't go on a mission. He still isn't recovered. And I'm not going on another one if that arrogant Italian is in charge."

Her sister grinned, "I trust you mean Actor. You know he has never been anything but polite to me, but he sure can make you feel inferior."

"Ever read his dossier?" Terry picked up her gardening tools and bucket and headed for the house. "I swear the whole thing is one big con job. And I would bet the name he gave isn't even his."

"I really don't know much about any of them," said Chris, "other than what I could pick up on being around them. They're definitely different."

Terry snorted, "They're different all right." She raised her eyebrows, "But they aren't quite as bad as I figured they'd be."

"I guess that Wheeler person was."

Terry stopped and looked at her sister. "It's not a nice thing to say, but it was probably a good thing Chief killed him."

"What?" exclaimed Chris in shock.

Terry made a face, "Craig told me he doesn't know for sure, but he thinks Chief had to kill him on that first mission." She eyed her sister, "What? Did you think that switchblade he's so in love with was just for show?"

"What was he in prison for?" asked Christine quietly.

"Stir, Dear. It's called stir. You have to learn the lingo," said Terry. "Car jacking, theft, general mayhem . . . and murder."

Christine's eyes got bigger. "That nice, quiet, polite young man?"

Terry sobered. "That nice, quiet, polite young man is also very dangerous according to Craig. I'm not warning you off, I'm just telling you to be careful."

"Warning me off of what?" asked Chris cautiously.

Terry smiled indulgently at her kid sister, "Come on, Sister. I know you're interested. And we both like slightly dangerous men. That's why the Garrison sisters were with the Bradford brothers."

Chris shrugged in reluctant agreement. She took the gardening things from Terry so the older girl could go see what their brother wanted.

Craig looked at his sister fully expecting an outburst. "We're going on a mission and you're coming too."

"I don't think so," said Terry. "I did it once and that was once too many. I am not doing it again. Get somebody else."

"We need a woman," said Craig. "We need a wife to a Wehrmacht officer."

"And who is playing the Wehrmacht officer?"

"Actor."

"No way!" said Terry adamantly. "I am not playing his wife or anything else to him."

"Terry," began Craig.

"No!"

Garrison sidestepped. "Okay, how about you play my wife."

Terry stared at him. "That's sick, Craig. Besides you can't go on a mission. You're not recovered enough. You wouldn't be able to parachute in without passing out."

"We're going in by sub and I'm fine. I was medically cleared."

"Yeah, I've heard that one before. And the answer's still no."

"Did I mention this isn't up for debate? You're going and that's an order."

Terry glared at her brother stubbornly. "Since when do I take orders from you?"

Craig smiled evilly, "Since you moved into the mansion with us."

Terry was silent for a moment, chewing on that. "Okay, but I am not playing wife to Actor."

"Fine," shot back Garrison. "I'll be the officer." Craig looked at his sister questioningly. "And just what's wrong with Actor? What's going on with you two?"

"Nothing," said Terry. "He's just an opinionated, arrogant, egotistical . . . "she ran out of adjectives.

"Besides that? What happened between you two on that last mission?"

"Nothing," replied Terry. "I told you, he's opinionated, arrogant, egotistical . . ."

"We already covered that. Besides, he's damn good at what he does."

"Fine," shot back Terry. "Then let him do what he's damn good at it with somebody other than me."

Garrison had lived with his sister long enough to know what buttons to push. "Are you afraid of him?" he asked.

"No, I'm not afraid of him," denied Terry. "I just don't like working with the man. End of story."

"Sorry, but you're working with all of us. I'll brief everybody in two hours. We leave in four."

Terry was unhappy, but resigned to the fact that she was in this now. "I guess I had better get supper ready then." She glared at her brother. "I still don't think you're recovered enough to do this."

"I'll be fine," assured Garrison with a conviction he didn't feel.

"Yeah, sure." Terry headed for the door.

"Hey, Sis."

Terry turned back. There was a slight grin on Garrison's face. "You forgot overbearing," he said knowingly.

Terry gave a short chuckle. "Thanks. I'll remember that one."

Terry's smile disappeared as she headed out the door. The men were watching her.

"We got a mission?" asked Casino.

"Yup."

"You coming with us?" he asked sarcastically.

"Do I look happy?" she answered just as sarcastically.

"She's going with us," said Chief in his quiet voice.

"Good" said Goniff brightly. Four pair of eyes stared at him. He grinned at Terry. "We'll teach you 'ow to be a con yet."

"Terrific," muttered Terry. She caught sight of the Italian watching her with a superior look. It irritated her more. She shot him a hard look and pointed her finger at him. "Not a word. I don't need to hear 'I told you so' out of you."

"I was not intending to say anything, Little One," said the con man.

Terry swallowed an angry retort at the name. She turned and headed for the kitchen. Chris had just entered the room in time to hear the words from Actor. She could not quite stifle a grin as her sister walked past.

"Shut up," whispered Terry, not breaking stride.

Chris bit back the laugh, but not the grin. She glanced at Actor. There was a brief smirk on his face that was quickly erased. So the con man was deliberately baiting her sister.