A/N:  How does one get less formal in the dialogue?  Can anyone give me advice on it?  It's another one of my "writing problems" my past professors have tried to drill out of me (without success). Sorry it took me so long to put up another chapter, Best-Buy had my computer in the shop, this time for two months!  Anyway thanks for the past reviews and let me know what you think of this chapter.  Enjoy!

PR 8

As Kimberly finished up her last exercise she looked up and noticed the sun was rapidly going down.  Walking around the rooftop slowly created a gentle breeze to cool the sweat off her body she took an opportunity to look around.  Mentally she made a note that almost everyone had gone inside for the night and there was few on the streets.  It was getting close to the time for her to be out on the streets prowling.  When she had cooled down she went down to her apartment to get ready for the night.

            After showering and putting on a clean black outfit complete with a cap, she was just about ready to head out the door when the phone started to ring, "Speak,"  was how she answered the phone.

            "You wanted information from the inside?"  A dark voice came on the line. "Here it is.  There will be another major meeting on the west side of town.  Down near the river.  It is expected to be one of the biggest meetings held this year.  It will take place just after dusk.  Be extremely careful, heavily armed people will be there."

            Before Kimberly could reply the phone clicked signaling the end of the phone call.  "Damn!" she slammed her fist down on the table and put the phone back in place.  "I need more information than that," she told the phone.  From the first syllable the person spoke, she knew who he was.  Occasionally she needed someone to help her locate the meetings.  The voice belonged to another agent who was working on the inside.

            Picking up the phone again she dialed a number from memory.   On the third ring it was picked up.

            "Yeah, who's there?"  The voice was low and husky, rough with masculinity.

            Visions of him leaning against a counter haunted her as she mentally pictured him.  "Tommy, it's me Kimberly.  There's going to be a meeting tonight. "

            "So why are you calling me?  I thought you wanted us to be on two separate ends of the spectrum."  His voice was laden with sarcasm and something else like anger.

            Why had she called him in the first place?  Why couldn't she just trust her instinct and left him alone to fend for himself.  Because you would feel guilty, she reminded herself.  "Tell me to hang up and I will."

            Tommy hesitated long enough for her to know he was considering it, and considering it hard.  With a long sigh, he said, "No, I need the information for the team.  Your information is probably more reliable than mine is.

            With a weary sigh, she told him everything she knew; before he could end the conversation Kimberly turned the conversation towards them.  "I've done some hard thinking Tommy and its time we had a long talk.  I've allowed myself to become too hard and uncaring." 

            "I still don't know or understand what drive you are under.  Call me tomorrow and we'll set up a time to meet."  Tommy's voice sounded weary, she suspected he was even wondering if she was going to call.

            "Are you going to the river tonight?"  She asked with hope in her voice he wouldn't show up.

            "I don't know.  I'll have to gather the team up and make a decision.  I've got to go.  There are things that have to be gathered and I need to call the team.  Be careful Kimmy."   Without waiting for her response he hung the phone up.

            "You too, Tommy" she said quietly as she gathered up her gear.  Complete with her knives she headed out the door, not bothering to lock the door behind her.