Simon Hughes was an opposing man in his own rights. He was tall and underneath his impeccable suits, he had a body which was strong. He didn't have need for physical strength though, as that was what Boris was for.

Boris was the very large, 6'6 personal bodyguard he took with him everywhere, built like the Russian tank he was and always dressed to impressed in an impeccable suit of his own. He said very few words, mainly grunting in acknowledgement, his silence likely learnt from his days in the KGB back in Russia. Now he free lanced, and though he may not share Simon's ultimate goal, he was paid enough money to do whatever it took to help Hughes reach it.

Boris was sat on the couch reading a newspaper calmly while Hughes sat at his desk, looking over the most recent data from his test subjects. The sound of the door opening did catch Hughes's attention but his eyes remained fixed on the report he was reading. The shuffling of feet followed and he looked in his desk's glass top to see the reflection of his head of security.

Silence followed as Hughes continued to read his report, not caring enough to acknowledge the man's entrance. When the newcomer couldn't stand the awkwardness anymore he finally spoke.

"Sir," he gave a half cough, trying to get his boss's attention.

"I hope it's good news Stanley," Hughes murmured, his eyes not leaving the page. "Or have you just popped in for a chat?"

"I'm afraid we were unable to intercept her at the airport," Stanley said, his back ramrod straight as he stood to attention. At that, Hughes did pause in his reading, his eyes finally leaving the page as he looked up at his employee with a cold stare. "She was detained by customs and border agency, by the time she was released, it would have been too obvious to take-"

"It sounds a lot like excuses to me," Hughes said, closing his folder and placing it on the table in front of him. Ever so slightly he leaned around the man stood on the other side of the desk and aimed his next question at the man on the couch. "What do you think Boris?"

"Pathetic," He grunted, turning the page over in his newspaper and not bothering to look up.

"My thoughts exactly," Hughes said as he turned his attention back to Stanley. "Tell me, how does a random, 25 year-old girl who works in a cafe, manage to elude the best private security force money can buy?"

Stanley gave a gulp, before continuing. "She was unexpectedly more difficult to catch than we anticipated. Clearly she has training of some sort-"

"Boris?" Hughes called again, interrupting the man.

"Pathetic," The Russian repeated with a grunt, this time pausing in his reading to stare at the head of security and causing Stanley to take another nervous swallow.

"He says so few words but manages to say what I'm thinking every time," Hughes said with a sly smile. He stood up then and made his way to stand in front of Stanley, his voice deceptively quiet but his tone threatening. "Need I remind you, we are days away from realising the potential in this product, generations in the making. And all that is in jeopardy because of your incompetence."

Stanley opened his mouth but Hughes held a finger up, dangerously close to his lips, silencing him from speaking.

"Ah, no, no, no more excuses," Hughes gave a harsh smile, his eyes cold and apathetic. "Find the girl and bring her here." Hughes then stepped closer to speak quietly into Stanley's ear. "Or do I also need to remind you what happened to your old boss who failed to stop the security breach which caused this mess?"

Stanley's eyes went wide in fear for a moment a he remembered what exactly had happened to the former head of security. He managed to recompose himself before shaking his head vigorously at Hughes.

"Excellent," Hughes said with a large smile as he clapped the man on the shoulder and took a step back to lean on his desk. "Off you go then."

Stanley gave a nod in acknowledgement before quickly scurrying out of the door. As soon as he did, Hughes's smile dropped and a dark expression overtook his features.

"Do want me to find her?" Boris asked, already back to reading his newspaper.

"No, I need you here," Hughes said, straightening up and making his way back to sit in his chair. "They can handle Samantha Jennings, she's just a minor inconvenience, nothing special."

She could feel the chill against her cheeks as a biting wind swept across her. She gave a roar as she thrust Frykte forward and stabbed the approaching blue giant. With a flick of her head, its companion was sent flying into the air, landing with a sickening thud.

She looked over to see Loki staring at his hand, unaware of the creature approaching him from behind. She flung Frykte forwards, killing the monster instantly on impact. Loki's head whipped around to look at her and relief was clear in his features as he saw her unharmed. She could feel her own features morphing into relief as well when see saw no obvious injuries to his persons.

Another enemy approached and she just managed to block his fist full of ice aimed at her head. With a slice to the knee and then a power infused roundhouse kick to its head, the creature was down for the count.

"Geni!" She turned her head to look at Loki shouting her from 100m away. She could see behind him a blonde man was being held up by a larger man and a man with black hair. The only other woman present was shouting to the other member of their group separated by the fighting.

"Thor!" She heard the woman shout towards the blonde haired, red cape wearing man she recognised from before.

"We must go!" Loki shouted at the both of them. She was quick to start making her way across the frozen landscape towards them but Thor did not seem as keen.

"Then go!" Thor roared back at them as he continued to dispatch foe after foe.

She was closing the distance between herself and Loki when the ground started to shake beneath them. She looked up to see a gigantic beast emerge from the ice between herself and the group, its red eyes narrowing in on her companions. They had no choice but to run.

She felt her pace begin to pick up as she dodged and weaved around the creature's tail in pursuit of her group. As with every time she had this dream, the images became clearer and she could now make out Loki's panicked looks as he constantly kept turning his head over his shoulder to see she was still running behind them.

As well as the images, the fear and anxiety from being chased was becoming more and more real. It was as if she could feel her heart racing, whether from her own panic or by the sheer exertion she was having to put in to overtake the creature.

She managed to close the gap and another look of relief swept over Loki as he saw her running beside him. She felt her lips stretch into a smirk of her own when suddenly she became aware of the ground giving way beneath them.

The creature was falling into the darkness below but its tail extended and out of the corner of her eye, she saw its talons heading towards Loki. Without hesitation she pushed Loki forward, the sharp talon piercing her side and dragging her backwards.

She felt a cry ripped from her throat from the pain.

Loki went to dive after her but only by the grip of a larger, red haired man, did he not dive into the darkness as well.

"GENI!" He screamed as tried desperately to break free from the other man's hold. The pair becoming further and further away.

"LOKI!" She heard the sheer terror in her voice as she reached out to him but it was in vain.

She was falling….

"Sam, wake up!"

Samantha gave a jolt as she sat up in the front passenger seat of Gareth's SUV. Her eyes were wide for a moment as she took it to orientate herself as to where she was.

She was in Gareth's car, in America, travelling to Washington DC.

"Hey, are you okay?" She looked over to see Gareth's eyes darting between the road and herself, concern clear on his face. "You were muttering in your sleep, you seemed pretty upset about something."

"Yeah I'm fine," Samantha shrugged it off, her eyes returning to the road in front of her. With a quick look to the dashboard's clock she could see it was now middle of the afternoon meaning she had managed a good couple of hours of sleep. They were still on some motorway, interstate as they called it. "How far away are we from Washington?"

"About 30 minutes," Gareth answered, though most of his attention had returned to the road, he was still sending her worried glances out of the corner of his eyes. "It was that dream you told me about right? The one where you fall to your death?"

"Urgh, I wish I never told you about that," Samantha moaned as her hand came up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

After a few months of knowing Gareth, she had crashed at his one time following a drinking session in the pub. By the time she had dragged a very inebriated Gareth home and put him to bed, through all his indignation she didn't even appear the tinniest bit drunk despite drinking the same amount, it was just easier to sleep on his sofa than it was to try and cross London at that time of night.

Unfortunately it had been one of the times she had dreamt about falling to her death, very unlucky since she only had the dream once every two weeks back then.

It meant though Gareth had been woken by her screaming which then lead to the embarrassing confession about her recurrent nightmare. So far she had been able to avoid talking about it again but it looked like that run of good luck was about to end.

"So I'm guessing you're still having it then?" Gareth mused aloud casting another quick glance her way.

"No, I was dreaming about winning the lottery, it was actually rather pleasant," Samantha said with heavy sarcasm, reaching into her rucksack and pulling out her phone.

"Really?" Gareth asked, completely not picking up on her sarcasm.

"No, of course not, god you think 6 months in England and you would have learnt to pick up sarcasm," Samantha said as she scrolled through her phone.

She knew the international charges would be extortionate but there was a tiny glimmer of hope her father may send her another message so she kept her phone on. She tried to hold back her disappointed sigh when there were no new emails in her inbox. Two voice mail messages appeared and she recognised both numbers. Samantha couldn't help but outwardly cringed when she realised it was Dr Angelo's office and Claire from the cafe trying to contact her, no doubt wondering why she hadn't shown up to see them today.

She deleted the voice messages without even listening to them, already resigned to the fact she had likely lost her job and no doubt would have a lot of explaining to do to her doctor on her return to the UK. Right now though her focus was with her dad, and they were both problems that were for now, out of sight and therefore out of mind.

"Hey, I can tell when someone's being sarcastic," Gareth defended, which Samantha sent him a pointed look in return. "Okay, most of the time I can tell when someone's being sarcastic. I can also tell though when someone's changing the subject."

"Who would do a thing like that?" Samantha said with a look of innocence.

Gareth simply rolled his eyes at her before a comfortable silence fell between the two. A few minutes passed before Gareth decided to speak again.

"I've been meaning to message you, I'm sorry I've not been great keeping in contact after I moved back," Gareth said with a shy smile.

"It's okay, a move across countries is a big thing. How is your mum doing anyway?" Samantha shrugged it off, determined to not let him see the hurt she had felt when he had pretty much been radio silent since his return to the States.

"My mom?"

"Yeah, your mum, you said she was ill?" Samantha gave him a questioning look, finding his response odd.

"Yeah, I did say that," Gareth gave a nod, almost reminding him self before continuing. "She's okay, the doctors say her treatments are working for now but with it being a relapse of the cancer, they don't think it'll ever be cured, simply kept at bay."

"I'm sorry Gareth," Samantha said, wanting to reach out a comforting hand but refraining from doing so.

"As she says, it's just God's plan for her, she's much more at peace with it then I am," Gareth tried to sound calm but Samantha could see the worry in his face as he tried to concentrate on driving. "She's always been like that though, even when my Uncle died, she was so strong about it all."

"He was the one in the army right?" Samantha asked, even though she knew exactly who he was talking about. Gareth had always spoke with adoration about his maternal Uncle, the man practically raising him after his father left when he was young.

"So you do pay attention when I'm talking," Gareth joked earning a small laugh from Samantha.

"Only when you're interesting," Samantha teased and again the car with filled with the light laughter of both occupants.

"In all seriousness, I was meaning to message you. I saw the news about the shooting in London," all joking had left Gareth's face as he glanced at her with a serious expression. "I saw it was right outside where you lived. Do you know what it was about?"

"Oh yeah, that guy at the airport mentioned something about that," Samantha easily lied, looking at the windshield and avoiding Gareth's gaze. "I had no idea it had even happened until he told me. I must have already left for the airport."

Gareth gave her a suspicious look, as if he didn't believe her but then again he had no reason not to. Up ahead a sign singled their exit was approaching and Samantha was grateful for the distraction.

"Looks like we're nearly there," She said with a nod towards the sign.

"So any idea about where your dad is sending us?" Gareth asked, pulling off the highway as they neared Washington, seemingly having dropped his suspicions about the shooting.

"No, but I'm keen to find out," Samantha then leant forward and put the coordinates into the SatNav Gareth had picked up from his flat in New York. It showed they were twenty minutes away from the destination and Samantha raised her eyebrows when she saw it was a -

"A bank?" Gareth said as he looked at the screen. "Why would your dad send us to a bank?"

"I don't know," Samantha answered, her own brows furrowed in an expression of concentration as she tried to think of the relevance of where her dad was sending them.

"Well only one way to find out," Gareth said, following the SatNav's instructions and taking the road to the right.

"Doesn't seem very special," Gareth mused as he and Samantha stood outside the bank trying to work out why her father could have sent them there.

"What were you expecting? Some secret hidden location? This isn't a James Bond film," Samantha jested at Gareth who sent her a look with narrowed eyes.

"Your dad has always been very secretive about his work whenever I met him, and maybe the whole police officer job was his cover," Gareth got an excited look on his face as he began to think about all the possibly theories his mind could conjure.

"I had hoped you had left your tin foil hat at home," Samantha muttered as she started to walk towards the bank, ignoring the pout which Gareth shot at her.

Target approaching the building

Samantha paused as the door was held halfway open. Her head whipped around to look up and down the street with mild alarm in her eyes.

It was nearing closing time for the shops and there was a mild amount of foot traffic present on the pavement. A couple of cars were parked up, Gareth and Samantha having parked theirs at a near by motel they planned to stay at before walking the short distance to the bank. The occasional car would drive past but nothing out with what you would expect.

"Sam, you okay?"

Gareth's question broke her focus and she turned back to him to give a reassuring smile.

"Sorry, thought I saw something," Samantha then opened the door fully and walked inside.

Gareth cast his own eyes over the street wondering what had suddenly spooked Samantha but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. He followed her inside and they came to stop at the back of a, thankfully, very short queue.

After a few minutes they were finally called forward and Samantha had to swallow down the anxiety beginning to well inside at her, wondering what exactly would happen next.

"Hello there, how can I help you today?" The young-ish woman behind the counter gave them her fake customer service smile but both Gareth and Samantha could tell the woman was counting down the minutes until her shift finished.

The pair looked at each other for a moment, not really knowing what to say causing perplexed looks from the cashier. Samantha's eyes quickly glanced around the bank when suddenly the advertisement for a service caught her attention and it was if a lightbulb had had been turned on.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you," Samantha cringed at herself, knowing she couldn't sound more British if she tried. "I'm here to collect the contents of a safety deposit box?"

She could feel Gareth's eyes widen at her statement, wondering where exactly she had come up with the information but thankfully kept his mouth shut.

"No problem, do you have the name of the person who owns the box?" The woman turned back to her screen to ready herself to type.

"Keith Jennings, my dad, he should have put me on…the lease?" Samantha shot a look of help to Gareth, no idea if the terminology she had used was correct. By the wide eyed look and shrug he gave her, he was as clueless as she was.

"Ah yes, Miss Samantha Jennings, do you have identification with you?" The cashier turned her attention back to them and the two quickly straightened to face her and hide their surprise at Samantha's guess being correct.

"Yes, I do," Samantha reached into her rucksack and pulled out her passport, grateful she hadn't left it at the motel

While the woman went about recording and verifying her details, Samantha turned to look outside again. Strange she thought, hadn't the car that just drove past also driven past a few minutes ago?

"I'll give you this back," the woman continued to smile as she handed the document back over to Samantha, bringing the Englishwoman's attention back to her. "And do you have your key?"

"Key?" Samantha's eyes went wide.

"Yes, the key," she looked between the pair realising very quickly neither of them had it.

"I'm afraid my dad has that."

"That's fine, it'll be a small fee as we'll have to replace the key but as long as you have the password linked to the account we can open the box for you today."

Somehow Samantha's eyes went wider as her sense of victory for reaching this place was slowly dwindling. She didn't dare look at Gareth, knowing he likely had a look of panic on his features also. Samantha took a deep breath, relaxing herself and giving her time to think. If there was a password then why wouldn't he say that in the video…unless it had to be obvious.

And then it hit her.

She gave a small smile as she turned to cashier and said, "Sarah, the password is Sarah."

"That appears to be everything in order, let me just go grab your box," the woman then stood up and left out the door at the back of the little office the cashiers sat in.

"That was your mom's name wasn't it?" Gareth asked quietly.

"Yeah, it was," Samantha gave a sad smile before the pair stood in silence until the cashier returned a few moments later.

She unlocked and opened the box in front of them and showed inside was an envelope with Samantha written on the outside. She could tell straight away it was her father's hand writing.

"Here you go," the woman slid the envelope through the gap in the glass partition towards them before demonstrating there was nothing else in the box. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?"

"No, that's it thanks." Samantha gave the woman a small smile before paying what was due for the lost key.

Samantha picked up the envelope and walked outside with Gareth still yet to open it. She could tell there was an object inside it though, and not simply a letter.

Target has the package

Samantha's eyes swept the street again and her eyes narrowed on the same black SUV which drove past the building for a third time but this time it parked up a few metres down from where she and Gareth stood.

"So you going to open it?" Gareth asked, pulling her attention from the car.

"Not here," Samantha said, her eyes looking back at the SUV to see two men in suits stepping out and starting to make their way towards them.

Samantha grabbed Gareth's arm and pulled him into a quick walk towards a near by entrance to what looked like an underground station though Samantha knew it as called the Metro here.

"Hey Sam, the motel's back that way," Gareth pointed over to road on the right they kept walking past.

The noise at the back of her head suddenly began to increase and Samantha couldn't help but smirk.

"Just trust me," Samantha gave him a tight smile. Gareth gave her another questioning look but conceded with a nod.

She cast a look over her shoulder to see the two men from the car shortening the distance between them when Samantha and Gareth reached the stairs of the Metro and descended.

Just as they reached the bottom, a crowd of rush hour commuters descended from the track having just arrived at the platform. They ascended up the stairs on mass, blocking the men from continuing their pursuit down the stairs just by the sheer volume of people present.

Dammit!

Samantha couldn't hep but give a grin as she directed Gareth to one of the Metro lines which, after a quick glance at the map, she worked out would stop a 5 minute walk away on the other side to the Motel to where they were now.

Once sat on the train, Samantha finally spoke to Gareth.

"I'm sorry, I thought we were being followed," Samantha shrugged. She felt guilty not being entirely truthful with him but she was terrified at any moment Gareth would leave her on this wild goose chase her dad had sent her on. Though she never intended to get Gareth involved, now he was, Samantha found she was scared of facing the rest alone.

"Come on Sam, who's acting like it's a James Bond film now?" Gareth joked with her as she narrowed her eyes at him and gave him a teasing punch to his shoulder. "Ow! Anyway are you going to open it?"

Samantha looked down to the envelope tightly clutched in her hand. With a quick glance around the train to check no one was paying them too close attention, Samantha finally opened the package.

There was no note inside and as she tipped out the contents on to her palm, there was only one item.

A necklace with a wedding ring and a USB stick attached to it.

The pair didn't say much as they made their way back to the Motel, Gareth sensing Samantha was not keen to talk when she had recognised the item in the envelope. Samantha kept an eye out for any further potentially followers but they seemed to have lost them after getting on the train.

Once inside the Motel room, Gareth finally could hold his questions no more and erupted in a spew of them as Samantha went about opening up her laptop and taking a seat at the table.

"So I'm assuming you know what the USB means? And I'm also assuming it belonged to your father? But why put it in a safety deposit box, and not send it back to you?" Gareth managed to say in one breath. Feeling he was owed some answers, Samantha finally began to explain.

"You're right, it's my dad's necklace," she said, holding up the items for Gareth to see a bit more clearly. "This was my mum's wedding ring and this is a special USB stick I programmed for him."

"Programmed how?"

"Dad's PI cases sometimes got a bit controversial and he was always paranoid about people hacking into his files," Samantha explained as she turned back to face her laptop and plug the USB in to a port. "So he got a USB hard drive to make his files pretty much only accessible when in possession of the stick, which never left his person. The fact I'm holding this and it's not around his neck, well that worries me more than anything else so far."

"Okay," Gareth nodded as he seemed to understand what was happening. "But what did you mean by you programming it?"

"I meant this," Samantha swivelled the laptop towards where Gareth stood so he could see it was black. When his look of confusion only worsened, Samantha couldn't help but give a small smile. "Despite his files being stored on it, he was still a paranoid bastard. So my dad asked me to set up a failsafe and if activated, the only person who can access the files is me, by some very clever programming that I like to think would take even Tony Stark a few months to crack."

Samantha then turned the laptop back to her as her fingers fluttered across the keypad as she began to unlock the portable storage unit.

"So how does the failsafe get activated?" Gareth asked next, coming to stand behind her so he could see the laptop screen also. At the moment, there was only white code flashing across the screen.

"Only my dad can activate it, which makes me think he must have known he was in trouble and activated it before leaving it in the safety deposit box for me to find." Samantha said and then the suddenly the screen lit up and she could see her usual home screen again but this time with a new file window opened. "You can hold your applause for later for that marvellous piece of programming."

"I'll take your word for it," Gareth muttered but he was too focused on the screen. "Am I reading that right, and your dad was investigating Hughes International?"

"That's the name of the file. That's the pharmaceutical company right? The one that just received a bunch of investors?" Samantha asked, moving the mouse to open the file.

"That would be correct."

Suddenly multiple files filled her screen, as Samantha scrolled through the various documents her father had been collecting on the case. From the quick scan she could see, there were a lot of missing person reports as well videos of some surveillance of some kind. She managed to find the document where his notes were stored. Her eyes flashed from side to side as she speed read her way through the document.

"Looking at my dad's notes, it looks like he was hired by a company in London to investigate Hughes International before they decided whether to invest in it or not," Samantha informed Gareth but kept her eyes on the screen as she continued to read through his notes. "It's weird though cause a few weeks ago, just before he left, the company had terminated his contract…but he continued to work the case anyway."

"Is your dad one to go rogue?" Gareth questioned, leaning further over her shoulder to read the screen himself but at the speed Samantha was scrolling through, he was lucky to catch a word or two.

"No," Samantha stated, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "My dad's never broken a rule in his life. His notes talk about a project he stumbled across, project Bluebird...it's a new drug the company was working on, a biological weapon or something. It looks like he thought they may be involved in illegal human experimentation but didn't have any proof."

A silence filled the room, a sudden realisation of what Samantha said seemed to hit them both.

"Samantha we need to take this to the authorities," Gareth told her, stepping back from her chair. She swivelled in her seat to look at him directly.

"With what?" She threw her hands up in a questioning gesture. "My dad had no proof, it's why he came to America in the first place. All we have are some missing person files and a whole lot of assumptions. Besides we don't know who we can trust."

"And you call me the conspiracy nut?" Gareth scoffed at her. His eyes then narrowed as he leaned back towards the laptop and pointed to a video file entitled: SAMANTHA. "I think that one is meant for you."

Samantha gave her own curious look towards the video, before moving the mouse across and opening it.

The screen was filled with an image of her father but she recognised the background as their home back in London. He was sat at the table, where he would often work. Samantha opened up the information on the file and could see it had been made a whole year ago, pre dating any of the Hughes investigation.

"Okay, I hope this thing is recording," Her dad's voice flowed through the speakers as his image came to life. He shifted uncomfortable in his seat, his eyes travelling over the screen obviously checking if it was recording. "Samantha, I hope you never have to see this video because if you do, it means I've had to activate the failsafe on the USB."

"But in case I ever have to, or something happened to me, I wanted to make sure I got to speak to you one last time," her father looked past the camera, taking in the room before turning his attention back to the screen. "Sometimes I wonder if your mother and I did right by you, not letting you skip years or go to university early. Maybe we were wrong to hold you back, to be honest I think we didn't truly appreciate the mind you have, but we always knew the good you could do."

Samantha felt Gareth's eyes watching her, looking at her reaction. She kept her eyes focused on the screen though, her jaw tight as she felt the familiar sting of tears prick at the edge of her vision.

"Things have been hard since your mum died, for both of us," her dad gave a shuddery breath, his hand coming to twirl his own wedding band which he never took off. "And I know you've been punishing yourself since her death. Holding yourself back and hiding away in that cafe….but you're better than that Samantha."

Samantha's eyes flicked down for a moment, unable to look her father in the eye even if it was in a video. When she looked back up she could see her dad staring intently towards the camera, a fond smile on his face.

"You've been given a gift, something you sure as hell didn't get from me." Both her father on screen and herself gave out small huffs of laughter. "Your mum and I both knew you were destined for great things, I just hope you realise that too, sooner rather than later."

Her dad gave a large sigh and it seemed to break her trance. Samantha's hand came up to wipe the small trickle of tears which had fallen from her dad's impassioned speech.

"Anyway, enough of this depressing chat," her dad gave a small smile, his whole demeanour changing as he took on a lighter tone. "You won't even get to see this anyway, so no point getting upset by it." Her father's smile then grew into a lop sided grin, and then his eyes adjusted on the screen, as if he was looking right at her. "But just in case, I love you Samantha."

Her father then shifted forward and his image froze as the video came to an end.

Samantha continued to stare at the image, aware Gareth was waiting for her to break the silence. She took a moment to compose herself, aware he would have more questions for her based on what her dad had revealed but she knew she could not answer them then. Instead she moved forward and began to reopen the files stored on the USB.

"Sam-" Gareth began to say when he realised she wasn't planning on speaking, but he didn't get far into his sentence before she cut him off.

"Grab your laptop Gareth, there are a lot of files to go through, hopefully one of them contains where about my dad has gone," Samantha directed him, keeping an even tone in her voice.

"We should talk-"

"We should get researching," Samantha interrupted him again, turning to look up and face him. "Please."

Gareth took a moment, studying her features and conceding he would get no further information out of her now. She needed time to process what she had seen and so he gave a nod in defeat before grabbing his laptop and sitting down next to her at the table.

Hello

Sorry for the late update - have family visiting. I hope you like the most recent offering above.

Review replies:

kcheslock: Hello again, yes I had such fun bringing Coulson in... I did plan to save him for later but could't resist. And I'm glad the fight scene read well, there is plenty more where that came from, trust me.

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