6.
Will blows the steam rising up from his mug of tea. "Where are you going now?"
"Where do you think I'm going?" Even from the security cameras in the hallway, he can see Eve rolling her eyes as she walks. Luckily, the hallway is empty, so no one will catch the two of them talking - again, Will thinks. "I'm going to Gwenlan's room. He must have a personal laptop or something that I can get into."
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Of course!" She says indignantly, glaring up at the camera closest to her. "I've got you, haven't I?"
"How touching," he says, only half joking, taking an experimental sip of the tea as he glances at the other cameras. No one else in the immediate area, it seems, meaning that they can talk freely. "I didn't know you cared."
"There's a lot you don't know about me."
"Wow." He snorts. "Do you use that line on all the blokes?"
"It works." She spares a look at the next camera in the hallway, eyebrow raised. "Works better on women, though."
Will takes another gulp of tea. It's more manageable this time, less scalding. "I see."
"You don't seem surprised."
"I've been quartermaster for the past two years, Eve. Not a lot surprises me anymore."
"Alright. Well, good." Eve is still watching the camera, her expression less surprised and more curious than anything, but Will's attention is suddenly drawn by something else, the presence of someone else in the corner of one of the camera feeds.
"Eve -"
"What -?"
"Don't reply." She stays quiet, apart from the rush of air that flows from her lungs over the earpiece. "You're being followed. By that guy from earlier, it looks like."
Her posture immediately straightens, cautious and on guard. She merely hums in response, a sound that could just be a noise of thought to others, but Will can tell it's an acknowledgement that she's understood him. She carries on walking for the moment, maybe slowing her pace slightly, as if allowing the stranger from before to catch up with her. He's barely three feet away from her when she turns, lunching and landing a punch in his face. The guy stumbles back, staggering slightly, before he's all but tackled to the ground by Eve, who neatly deflects any resistance he may attempt until she's stood over him, fists still bared to protect herself.
"Wait -!" He holds his hands up, surrendering. "It's okay, it's okay - I thought I recognised a fellow sister. CIA, I'm guessing? NSA?"
Eve gives him a once over, still not moving. "What's it to you?"
"Zac." He looks like he's considering moving for a handshake, but the expression on Eve's face must stop him. "DGI."
"Cuba," Will relays to her quickly, and Eve repeats the answer aloud.
"That's right." He reaches, when she gestures that it's okay to do so, into his jacket pocket, bringing out an ID. It looks genuine, from what Will can see on the screen of his laptop and given the fact that Eve looks slightly more relaxed than she had done a second ago. "I'm guessing the US is here for the same reason we are?"
"No," she corrects. "MI6. But I'm assuming that reason is PRICE?"
"That's right." He nods vigorously. "My boss has been concerned for a while - I have allies here in the UK, so I figured I'd take the job."
"Why would Cuba be concerned?"
"This thing is bigger than you think. PRICE appear to have links all over the world. Smaller companies, but it's enough to cause some damage. I've been sent to check out this Gwenlan man, and bring him in if necessary. Something that would take a lot of the strain off MI6, right?"
"There's no strain," Eve replies, her tone indignant. "What are you trying to say?"
"I'm trying to say -" Zac manages to pull himself up into a sitting position, slowly, so as not to earn himself another injury. "- how would you feel about working together on this?"
In case anyone's interested, DGI - or DI, in some cases - is short for Directorate of Intelligence, which, if my research is correct, is like the Cuban equivalent of the British secret service. NSA is National Security Agency and CIA is Central Intelligence Agency, both of which are based in the USA.