Jane was worried about her husband. She knew he could take care of himself, but that didn't mean that she couldn't worry about him. And she needed to stop it, or she would be in a funk while on the job, and that was a very, very bad thing.
She was still soapy, so she decided to take another shower to rinse off. While under the hot water, something else was hot too, and that was the daydream Jane was having of John. It was weird how Jane could be worried sick about her husband, but still have time to think about him naked…ooh, what she wouldn't give to be home right now, wrapped around John, just staring at each other for hours on end. And other stuff—obviously.
John got outside, but like any good agent, he held his gun up expecting company. There was none, but John decided to poke around the back and around the base just in case those bastards had gotten egotistical, and decided to think John was stupid. Which he couldn't blame them for thinking; it had been idiotic to go into that base, with the unknown Jeep in the driveway. He could have been killed, and then Jane would have been so lonely, and John would have never gotten the chance to make love to her sweet body again. GOD! Now his mind was on Jane, and not on the possible killers that could be lurking around, waiting to pop out at any moment.
John heard a twig snap behind him, and he spun around expecting to see someone, but he only saw a cute squirrel, which looked up at him and then scurried off. After walking around for about ten minutes, conducting a good perimeter search, John got in his car, locked the locks, and took out his cell phone. He called his boss.
"Yes, John?" The no-named voice said when the phone had clicked telling John that his boss had picked up the phone.
"Sir, I have been shot in my own base, and will need someone to come and look at my shoulder. I have bled some, but not a lot, however, I will not be able to do my job proficiently, if I am not take care of." John said this quickly, before someone could tap onto his phone.
"I will make the necessary calls. As for now you will drive to the hotel, and we will be with you momentarily." The phone clicked and John shut his cell phone, and then drove off to the nearest hotel, making sure now one was tailing him.
Jane got out of the shower extremely relaxed, but as she was drying off, John's voice came back into her thoughts. He had sounded distracted. "What if he's having an affair?" Jane thought to herself while staring at her naked body in the mirror. She gasped at the thought, and then the narcissistic side of her said, "No, Jane! Look at you! You are one fine, piece of ass! And John would never cheat on you! But what you need to do is stop teasing him, and give him the good every once in a while, then he will know that he can't ever find another girl like you."
Jane smiled at her thoughts in the mirror and then got dressed. Once she had on her black, lacey thong and bra, she slid into her black dress, which had a slip revealing what a beautiful woman she really was. No man could resist her; she was unstoppable, and no matter what Shnigovlf thought or said, Jane was going to get the job done tonight. She was the best in the biz after all.
When John checked into the hotel, a shabby Motel 6, and gotten into room 312, he flung himself on the bed, and found sleep elusive. Not that he needed any sleep, and it wouldn't be good for him to catch any Z's right now, because he needed to be on the look out for intruders. Constant vigilance! John's brain screamed, but at the same time, Jane's face slipped in front of his eyes, and it took all his strength not to lie down and dream about her.
There was a knock on the door, and John blotted up from the bed, and hit his shoulder on the lamp on the side table. "SHIT!" he had wanted to scream, but if it wasn't the medics at the door, John didn't want any visitors to know if he was in the room or not. So John bit down on his tongue, and could feel the blood fill his mouth. He swallowed it, and carefully crept over to the door.
Looking through the pee hole, John saw that it was the medics, and they flashed their ID badges in front of the peephole, so John could make sure that they were good. He knocked on the door, and they knocked back quietly three times. John opened the door to the two medics.
Jane was putting on some last minute makeup, when her cell phone alarm went off, and signaled that it was time to depart for her job. She took five extra minutes to make sure that she had both of her guns and her knives in her handbag. She also had another round of ammunition to back her up if needed. Tonight was going to be fun.
John was feeling batter already. The medics had takes out the bullet, and cleaned up the wound. They had also put in a couple of stitches, which John would need to get re-stitched when he got back to New York. These remedies were temporary. They had also offered John some pain relievers, but John needed to be sharp tonight, and the pain would keep him awake. Once John had cleaned up the room, and made sure that nothing suspicious was either left behind or out of place, John locked the door behind him and walked out to his car. It was time for tonight's antics to begin, and he couldn't wait.