Wow, I feel like I haven't been here in forever. Sorry for the wait guys, I hate it I didn't pump this one out as fast as usual. Anyway, I just want to thank everybody for reviews, alerts, and subscriptions; not only for this fic, but Seductress and Drifting Through. As usual, feel free to leave a review with questions, comments, complaints, or chapter ideas! Hope you enjoy!

"Like 'is?" she asked uncertainly. Wade grinned as he watched her slice and jab his back-up pair of swords through a combo he had taught her.

"Yeah, that's right. Now—" He was cut off by the phone ringing. Laying his swords down, he answered. He was silent, a smirk sliding on his face as he listened. "Yeah, sounds great Felix. Send me the details; I'm sure we'll enjoy this one."

"More work?" Cora asked, still practicing with the swords.

"Yeah, we're going to Lebanon."

"Cool, I'll get to try out my new moves 'ere." She sliced the air before turning towards him.

"You won't need those this time." Wade said, trying to stifle his laughter.

She looked at him, unable to hide her confusion as she asked, "Then what do I need?" He sauntered towards her, circling like a hawk.

"Well, you'll need this…" He ran his hand down to her backside. "And these…" he stopped in front of her and rested his hands on her hips. "And these." His hands started trailing upwards and Cora stopped him, knowing where they headed.

"It ain't like I can leave those at home. Now seriously, wha' do I need?" The wicked grin on his face said it all. Sighing in mock exasperation, she rolled her eyes. "What did yah sign us up for 'is time?"

He looked up at the ceiling, pretending to think before asking, "How much do you know about belly dancing?" Cora gaped at him; whatever she had been thinking, she hadn't been expecting that.

"Are yah serious?"

"Yeah, you've got four days to prepare before we fly out. If you need an audience to practice on, I'm more than willing to sacrifice my time." She snorted as she sheathed her swords and headed towards the door. "Hey! Where are you going?" He called after her.

"I have to learn how to dance sexy!" she hollered back at him.

"You passing a hemorrhoid or something?" Wade asked, padding into the bedroom. Cora groaned again, massaging her stomach and hips.

"They hurt!" she whined, frowning at the ceiling.

"I know what'll make them feel better." He said, smirking as he flipped the lights off.

"Not now Wade. I feel like a bus ran ova' my ass." Sliding into bed beside her, he pulled her close against his chest.

"Does your butt and stomach really hurt that bad?"

"If I say yes, can we go on a vacation after 'is job?" He laughed as she turned to face him.

"Can't make any promises dollface." She grinned as her eyes slid shut. They lay in silence for a few moments before Cora broke it.

"Wade?"

"Hmm?" he mumbled.

"I don' like secrets." He opened his eyes and saw her looking back at him. She had said that to him about three times a week for a month and a half, trying to weed out the secret he was keeping from her.

"I know you don't; you've told me about fifteen times that I remember." He heard her sigh softly, her chest rising and falling softly in the dim light.

"It's really been buggin' yah lately." She commented, her fingertips leaving red-hot trails over her chest. She wasn't using her mutation against him yet, but her touch still drove him crazy.

"I know." Wade hoped she would drop it like she usually did, but she didn't.

"Why not just tell me."

"It's not the right time. Gotta keep the world balanced, otherwise our karma'll come back to bite us." He yawned out.

"Whatever." She murmured, burrowing further into the blankets, falling asleep a few minutes later.

Wade leaned against a wall and watched the crowd as he waited. He heard the door creak open and turned.

"Damn Cor…" he trailed off, looking her up and down. The exotic belly dancer outfit looked good on her.

"Eyes up 'ere Slick." She laughed, motioning for him to look at her face instead of her bare stomach or exposed legs. He stepped in the doorway, running his hands over her sides and up her back.

"I like this look." He murmured before catching her lips with his own. She let the kiss last as long as possible before finally pulling away.

"I go on in a few minutes." She reminded him. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out an earpiece and a tiny microphone.

"I'll let you know when I see him, then you just keep him busy until I can get there." Somebody yelled from within the building, causing Cora to grin.

"'At's my cue, yah better get in yahr spot." With a final smirk, he left her and headed down the street. He had found a building that had a perfect view of the courtyard from the third story window the day before. The plan was for Cora to dance and draw their target in, then Wade would take care of the rest.

Climbing the stairs quickly, he could hear music from below. He was running a minute or so behind. Bursting into the tiny room, he settled down beside the window and pulled his binoculars up to his eyes. The area was filled with men, mainly soldiers, and several women serving drinks. A few dancers were already on stage, warming the crowd up. Suddenly, half a dozen more dancers flew out from behind the curtain. Wade instantly recognized his seductress and chuckled softly as he saw the crowd visibly shift.

"That's it, work the crowd babe. He'll turn up soon" Wade said into his radio, scanning the area near the stage. He caught his eyes lingering on Cora's popping pelvis and sighed as he shook his head. No doubt, he was getting an ungodly amount of lust, courtesy of Cora.

"Enjoyin' the show?" her voice whispered through his earpiece, intentionally shaking extra in his direction. She must have heard him sigh. Wade smirked, thinking how he would have to get more jobs like this. Watching her belly dance was a fine sight. He would have to thank Felix for this one.

"You'll have to do a private show for me after we're done working, then I'll tell you." He heard her tinkling laughter in his ear as he scanned the area again. "Bingo! Found our man. White shirt, black pants, black hat. Approaching from the east entrance. Keep him busy, I'm on my way down." Wade said quickly, grabbing his swords and walking briskly out of the room.

"Keep him busy, I'm on my way down." Wade's voice filled her ear as she spotted their target. He was a fairly young guy, his jet black hair sharply contrasting with his white shirt. Shimmying and popping her way around the courtyard, she stopped him before he could walk out onto the street. His bodyguards became somewhat defensive, but he brushed them off. Settling down into a chair, he watched her with an appreciative smile on his face.

"Still have him?" Wade asked. Turning her back, she mumbled a "Yes" before spinning back around, causing the longer portions of her skirt to flair out.

"Is he alone?" "No." she breathed out, dipping back towards the target as she continued shaking her hips. She heard Wade swear before he fell silent again.

Looks like I'll have to help things along, she thought. From her reclined position, she brought her arms up, moving them around like waves before playfully pinching his chin. His emotions showed he liked it, that he wanted more. As the song ended, she grinned and crooked her finger in a 'come here' motion before disappearing behind the curtain.

"Wade, where do yah want him?" Cora asked quickly.

"Wherever we can get him at this point, just be careful." Seconds later, the man and his bodyguards appeared backstage. She suddenly felt dwarfed by the huge presence of the men on either side of the target.

"You are a fine dancer." He said, surveying her again.

"Thank you."

"Perhaps you would do a private show?" Cora couldn't help but think of Wade and his laughter earlier. Forcing those thoughts aside, she pretended to debate her decision.

"Perhaps a more private place?" she asked in a forced accent. He grinned and pulled his wallet out, taking a small card from its depths.

"Be at that address in an hour." Before she could answer, he turned and he and his goons left. When the door shut behind them, she ran and grabbed her bag.

"Wade? Can yah hear me?"

"Why weren't you with him?" he asked, his voice somewhat disappointed. He must be watching the door.

"He gave me an address t'go to. We need to be 'ere in an hour."

"That's my girl." She could hear the grin in his voice. Putting on a jacket that hit below her knee, she hurried out into the street.

"Where are yah?"

"Right behind you." Whipping around in surprise, she nearly slapped the smirk off his face.

"Don' sneak up on me creep." He laughed at her irritation as he pulled the card from her grasp.

"I think it's time for a drive sweetheart; let's grab a car."