Okay people I read all the reviews I've gotten and I love them. I will continue to write and post as much as I can as fast as I can. Hopefully classes won't get in the way that much and I'll write whenever I'm in my room. Keep R/R please, it keeps me writing.

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            The next morning Xander walked up the steps to the plane after tossing his few bags to the attendants. Pulling off his sunglasses he sat in one of the plush chairs and looked at Samine who was drinking from a Starbucks cup and reading a newspaper. The jet quickly took off as the cabin remained silent. An hour into the flight Xander was sick and tired of the silence between the two of them. Rotating his chair to look at Samine she was still reading the newspaper and the coffee cup was long empty. She wore a simple business suit that was tailored to fit her comfortably and gave the image of a cool, collected, business woman. He almost busted out laughing in amusement at the image she was attempting to project. His choked laughter caused her to lift her eyes to look at him before dipping back to her newspaper.

            "Is there something particular you find amusing Mr. Cage?"

            "Yeah you."

            Looking at him again she folded up her paper and dropped it on the floor nest to her before folding her hands on her lap. As she looked over at him she assumed that she was waiting for an explanation.

            "Look at you…You're a secret agent, yet you dress like a stock broker. You should have a license to kill but instead you have a license to work over stocks. I can't believe they sent me on a mission with stockbroker Barbie. Hope you don't get killed."

            When he finished he stood up and moved to walk past her towards the cockpit. Almost passing her she planted her foot on the opposite chair blocking him with her bent leg. Leaning forward a bit she looked up at him and slowly smiled.

            "Well if that how you feel Ken. Then the worst I've ever gotten was a bad paper cut and that makes you my new partner in the market. You better be watching your back…not for Monoclay, but for me."

            The smile she wore made him pause for a second as she pulled her leg back and allowed him to pass. Walking past her he felt her eyes boring into his back and he resisted the urge to turn around. Closing the door behind him he rubbed his bald head and turned to look back at the closed door. He was starting to think that she had multiple personality or some shit like that.

            Several hours later the plane landed and the ladder lowered as Xander climbed out first. As Samine stepped out a cold breeze swept up the small runway and caused her to pull her coat tighter around her body. A gentleman was waiting beside a car as Xander and Samine walked up and stood in front of him.

            "Hello Samine, Xander; I am Laslos. I've heard a lot about both of you and look forward to seeing you in action. If you'd get into the car I'll tell you everything we know so far on Monoclay."

            A few minutes later the small car was zipping through the back streets of Prague with Samine in the back seat and Xander up front next to Laslos.

            "Sebastian Monoclay is a very hard man to get information on. What little we have is very extensive. As a child he was always on the bad side of the tracks, socializing with the big boys, he got so deep that he even sold his own mother and did not show a bit remorse afterwards. He's dealt with weapons, cars, women, and some less than friendly germs."

            "Biological warfare. Funny, I would have put that a bit above him. He uses fear and muscle to get what he wants; he can't fathom the power of a biological weapon. He likes to use stuff that he can control," Samine said from the backseat.

            "Here's the rest of the stuff on Monoclay," he said and moved to pass Samine a manila folder.

            Xander reached up and snatched the folder from Laslos's hand just as Samine reached for it. He heard a soft growl from the backseat and silently laughed to himself as he flipped open the folder and took out the black and white photos.

            "What does he do? Where does he hang out?" he asked and passed the photos back to Samine.

            "He hands out a lot at the club-"

            "Betoe," Samine finished as she looked at the photos.

            "Yes, how did you know?" Laslos asked twisting in his seat to look at her quickly.

            "I just recognized the surroundings around Monoclay. I visited the club before for another case and just remembered it. A lot of scum from the underworld hangs out there. This will be fun to get into," she grimly said scanning the photo with a critical eye.

            "I'm leaving that up to you two. I stay away from that district completely. They can smell me coming miles away," he said as he stopped the car in a back alley.

            As they stepped into the cold air Xander looked up at the run down building. He sighed and picked up his bags as he slowly shook his head.

            "What's wrong? Not cushy enough for you?" Samine asked when she paused next to him before walking away smiling.

            He glared at her back before following Laslos and Samine up the stair and into the shabby room. Saying good bye to the two of them Laslos left, leaving Xander and Samine to stare at each other.

            "You can take the bed Samine. I'll sleep on the couch," he said and tossed his bags on the ninety year old looking couch.

            "Should I be wary and say no or thankful and say yes?" she asked looking at him suspiciously.

            "Damn, do you ever loosen up? I was brought up to respect women. I may not look or acts like it but I do."

            He turned back to his bags and unzipped his bags.

            "But I'm starting to think you might be an exception," he muttered yanking out a change of clothes.