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It was odd seeing Samson in acid wash denim and a Tap Out graphic tee, but Alicia had to admit it looked good on him; normal almost. She couldn't picture what he looked like before Division, but unlike him she wasn't about to pry into the past. Samson wasn't an overall pain in her arse, and she couldn't help but feel a little bad about how irritated he made her sometimes. He didn't know that she was in a relationship and that every time he kissed her Birkhoff wanted to whip his energy drink clear across the room. After all, the relationship was forbidden.

No, he had grown alongside the Alicia rest of Division had come to know. She loved playing games, harmless ones albeit, and could never resist a challenge. Were she honest with herself, Samson probably would have been her only friend. They were similar in a number of ways and the fluidity they had as partners was second to none. Everything around him was like a well choreographed dance and yet it was steps she'd been dancing all along. The moves came easily, and when he kissed her goodbye and she flashed him a heartwarming smile it looked by all means real. Beneath it all she could still see the truth in his hazel eyes.

He's enjoying this, she realized, watching him disappear into the sleek car. Their target Salvador Dìaz was interested in Alicia or rather her cover, Camille Durden, and she had two courses of action to decide between. She could encourage the man's advances, flirting with danger like a young woman with her cover might. Her other option was to entertain his flirtatious attitude but make it clear she had eyes for only one man; her husband. Playing the happy couple with Samson was already taxing enough, and once they'd discovered the camera in their room it had only made things worse. Now she had to factor in Mr. Dìaz as well.

Technically, since Samson was Point, he should have had the final say in what approach to use. Instead he left it up to Alicia to decide for herself. It was hard enough to figure out what she was supposed to do now that he was gone. He'd taken the car and left her alone in Salvador's large estate with nothing to do. May as well find his office, she decided, turning to scan for guards. The one who had followed them from the room still waited by the banister, and as she approached him her eyes danced over the large foyer. She took in the cameras from the corner of her eye, ignoring the guard who followed a few steps behind her as she made her way back to her room.

Birkhoff was ready to answer her call the second it came through. "You've reached the KFC counseling line," he greeted her as playfully as ever, "please state which menu item you're suffering attachment issues with and I'll patch you through to one of our trained specialists."

"Well," Alicia responded, shifting the phone to the other ear as she unzipped the laptop case, "it's more the lack of chicken that's bothering me. Dìaz's men all seem capable so far. They keep tight watches and as far as I can tell from their body language haven't been distracted by my cover. It'll be fun getting into his office."

"This whole no tech thing is not cool," Birkhoff agreed.

She used her shoulder to hold the cellphone to her ear as she gathered up the supplies she'd drawn out in her arms. It was a good thing there was no audio bug in the room, but she made sure to let the waves of her hair to hide her face as she talked softly. "I'm working on it," Alicia sighed as she strode across the room, moving to the island counter. "Samson left for the gym ten minutes ago," she informed him as she set up a workplace, "he'll be out until five which should give me enough time."

"Have a plan?" he questioned, curious to know how she planned on accomplishing the task.

"I will with your help," Alicia responded smoothly back, smiling softly. It had never occurred to her how much she loved his voice until this mission.

Birkhoff leaned forward in his seat, cracking open a new energy drink as he slipped a hand onto the mouse. "What can I do you for beautiful?" he asked, glad to be of use. When it came to Alicia he was always more than happy to exercise his skills.

"See if you can find a floor plan," she requested, "or anything that will give me the lay of the land."

His navy eyes flickered around Operations before he slipped a headset on and switched over the com link. While they were on a Division line he didn't want any unnecessary ears tuning in. Call him selfish, but he liked having her all to himself even if it was only an illusion. "They had someone working on that last night but they came up with nada. Let's see if old Shadow Walker can't do better," he focused on the screen, getting right on it.

She could hear the sound of his fingers on the keys over the cellphone, and once more a small smile crept onto her face. "If anyone can it's him," Alicia shot back in a smooth tone. Her own laptop was now setup in front of her, the screen facing away from the eye in the sky. With one hand she idly pulled up some screens, the other adjusting the papers she'd carried over on the counter. As soon as she was finished she pulled over one of the barstools and positioned herself behind the computer.

"This stooge sure has a large chunk of land," Birkhoff commented as he dug deeper.

"And cameras on every inch," she added, switching the phone to her other ear. With her free hand she shifted a paper closer, her eyes scanning over the information. Their cover as arms dealers required her to be even more knowledgeable in weapons than she had been. Alicia loved feeling the accomplishment of learning something new, and was happy to do more research as she waited on Birkhoff to do his thing.

"Tell me about it, he's got an eye in your room," he scoffed.

"Which after this morning," Alicia replied, "we know is monitored. Samson and I had barely opened the door and a guard was already falling into step."

"Not that you aren't photogenic, but what are you going to do about the cameras?" Birkhoff questioned. As eager as he was to get access to the feed he didn't like the idea of sending her in blind. Once she left the room he'd no longer be able to assist her. With Samson gone she was flying solo, and for the first time he wished the cocky young Agent was there.

She shrugged, running a hand through her hair. "I haven't gotten that far yet. Once I get a feel on guard rotation I'll come up with something."

Birkhoff was glad that he was at least able to offer a little support. "Incoming file," he informed her with a smirk.

When she was greeted with the sight of blueprints Alicia was more than impressed. "Where'd you find these?" she asked, eyes dancing over the monitor.

"Your man Salvador had some pretty extravagant taste," he mused, "so it wasn't too hard. I tracked down the private architect firm he used to build his little fortress and it was a cakewalk from there."

"For you maybe," she muttered, knowing he was being modest. It figured that the one person who was truly interested in his work was the only one he didn't feel the need to brag around. Well, not as often anyways. Birkhoff was still Birkhoff, and she wouldn't have it any other way. "These are perfect," Alicia purred with a smile.

"Gold star?" he teased, referring to Michael's attachment to the phrase. Seymour had a feeling it was a term that Alicia had heard almost as often as he overheard. Despite being one of the head trainers for a covert Black Ops group, the man had a soft spot for his recruits. It also so happened Michael was currently looming over his shoulder. "Mikey-" he was cut off by the man reaching forward. Birkhoff scooted back in his chair on impulse at Michael's tight lipped expression.

"Oh I think we can do better than a gold star," Alicia's light chuckle came through the computer's speakers with the push of a button.

Birkhoff's eyes darted over to Michael's face as he waited for his reaction. While it was no secret that Alicia and him were flirtatious it was a little awkward to be caught in the act; especially when it was by one of the few people who outranked him. "Is there a problem with my gold star system?" Michael asked, his tone not giving anything away. He was the closest thing to a friend that Birkhoff had yet still managed to intimidate and boss him around on a daily basis.

"Michael?"

"Alicia," he responded tersely, and only the smirking twitch of his lips gave away his amusement at the situation.

She could hear it in his voice however, and was tempted to roll her eyes. "It might be more effective if you handed out stickers," Alicia replied easily. It never ceased to amaze her how everyone tried so hard to be something they weren't. Michael, in all his broodiness, was a man who was made to smile and smirk. In the time she'd spent with him Alicia had gotten a good read on who he was. While he played the dark and dangerous role flawlessly, she knew that he was a soft touch at heart.

"When you earn a sticker you'll get a sticker," he responded, his gravely tone lightened by his smile. Birkhoff relaxed in his seat with a little grimace. It seemed like he wasn't even going to get some make believe time to talk to her.

"Well I'm about to-" she paused as a knock sounded on the door to her room. "Just a second, someone's at the door," Alicia informed the men on the other end of her phone call. With a swift click she closed the Division server and rose to her feet. A few strides of her legs and she crossed over to the door, pulling it open to be greeted with Salvador Dìaz, a guard shadowing him. "Mr. Diaz," she greeted him, holding the cellphone against her chest.

"Salvador," he corrected her with a smooth smile. "Is this a bad time?" Mr. Diaz asked, his eyes flickering to the phone.

Alicia shook her head, falling into her role as Camille without missing a beat. "Not at all, I'm just finishing up some business," she informed him, opening the door the rest of the way as she took a step back.

He wasted no time in striding past her and into the room, but not before giving the guard a look telling him not to follow. Salvador's eyes flickered over the large studio-style guestroom he'd set Camille and her husband up in. "Don't let me interrupt," he said the moment his eyes met with hers.

Opting to leave the door open she returned to the laptop, feeling the man's eyes on her the entire way. "Where was I?" she asked, returning the phone to her ear. "Oh that's right the Kel-Tec PLR-16," thankfully, due to her love of research, it was easy to ramble off a good gun to use as a topic.

"How are we doing on getting access to the cameras?" Michael asked, knowing they didn't have much time. The thought of one of his Agents going in blind was unsettling.

"It's not one of my usual stock but I'm confident I can track a few down," she responded, knowing that he'd be able to pick up on the underlying message. Salvador had made himself comfortable in the recliner and was relaxing back as he casually watched her.

Birkhoff met Michael's eye, motioning towards the monitor. "She's got the blueprints so she has the where," he filled him in, saying what Alicia wouldn't be able to encode in her gun jargon, "but she's still working on the how."

Michael nodded, not bothering to look towards the monitor. "Are you going to wait for Samson?" he asked her, not liking the odds. One man infiltration wasn't a walk in the park, especially when there were armed guards and an eye in the sky Division had no control over.

"While it's legally a pistol," she confirmed with a sly smile, "I shouldn't need to remind you it is still a semi-automatic compact carbine. It'll get the job done."

Salvador watched as she finished her conversation, closing the phone and setting it aside after a few more words. When Camille was finished she perched on the barstool, turning to meet his gaze. "Another satisfied customer?" he asked lightly, bright honey eyes hiding the unmistakable sheen of a predator before a kill.

"The only kind I have," she responded easily, tucking a few strands of her hair back behind her ear. Alicia's, or rather Camille's, emerald eyes took in her unexpected company.

Salvador Dìaz was settled into the cream colored leather recliner, looking quite at home as he smiled at her from across the room. "Does the room suit you?" he asked, his Puerto Rican accent giving his speech a smooth quality.

"It's wonderful," Camille approved with a gentle smile. Like some sort of exotic velvet Alicia knew that if rubbed the wrong way the smooth tone could just as easily be rough. She also knew the sparkle in his eye and all that could entail.

"Your husband is out?" he asked, already knowing the answer to the question.

Nevertheless she nodded. "Isaac has a day full of training ahead of him," she informed with a lighthearted smile,

"And he leaves you all alone?"

"I knew about his MMA career before I married him; long hours at the gym comes with the territory," Camille responded easily. When she talked about her husband her expression softened and she gave a slight shrug. "Besides, he knows I can manage on my own," she smiled slyly; like a woman with a secret.

The young woman had Salvador's interest; that was for certain. He rose to his feet, approaching her at a casual pace. "Is this what you do to pass the time?" Salvador asked, his eyes flickering to open laptop behind her.

"It is," she confirmed, following his line of sight. On the screen was data, the same went for the papers that she had laid out, and it was all on firearms.

He lifted one of the sheets from the counter, taking in the small graceful notes taken in pen in the margins. "This has the distinct look of work," Mr. Dìaz observed, looking over to her.

Camille closed her pointer finger and thumb on the paper, meeting his eyes as she plucked it from his hold. "That would be because it is," was her response as she returned the paper to the counter. With a sweep of her hands she had the sheets in a pile, and was tapping the edge against the counter top to straighten the pages.

"Have you ever heard the saying All work and no play…" Salvador asked with a slight tilt of his head and a sweep of his eyes.

"I've always preferred Ain't no rest for the wicked," she shot back, a playful smile on her lips.

The young woman's green eyes showed her strength despite her youth, and Salvador savored it. It was rare for a woman to have enough of a presence to hold his interest for long, but the gem in front of him was showing more potential with every passing second. Camille Durden was young and beautiful, yes, but there was more to her than just something to look at. She'd been born into power and knew the way of the world. In what she lacked in years she made up for in experience. From the manner in which she'd handled the gun on the boat he had known she was not just some spoiled princess. "You're in California;" his smirk came naturally, "no one expects you to rest. But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself."

For a second she held his gaze before realizing how close he'd gotten. Alicia was inwardly surprised that she hadn't noticed earlier and took a small step back, replacing the stack of papers to the counter. "Well thank you for that advice," she responded, keeping her body language confident, "I'll keep it in mind. Was there something you needed?"

"Straight back to business," he mused. Salvador knew that despite being born into a crime family she was still a lively Vegas girl at heart. "I've got something to attend to," he informed her, tucking his hands into the tan slacks he wore, "that will take up my morning. If you're in need of anything ask Micah; he'll be right outside of your door. I assume your husband took your car?" Camille nodded and he returned it with an easy smile. "Should you get tired of work," he motioned to her laptop, "he can arrange a car for you to go into town."

"Such a gracious host," Camille's eyes sparkled with hidden mischief.

"When my guests allow me to be," Salvador responded with a sly smile. With a small nod he turned and strode from the room, pulling the door closed with one last look to Alicia.

Wasting no time she turned back to her laptop, restoring the Division windows that she needed. Having a guard standing watch outside her door made it impossible to do any scouting. If the first thing she did was wander around the place it was sure to raise a few red flags. Just as she thought she was about to go crazy from going over every possible way to approach the situation, another rap sounded at her door. This time she shut down the laptop before getting to her feet. It was evident that she wasn't about to get a chance to access the video feeds under the current circumstances.

When she opened the door it was to be met with a smiling blonde man dressed in all white. "I was sent compliments of Mr. Dìaz," the man informed her.

Her eyes flickered to the masseuse table as she quickly assessed the situation. "Oh, well," she glanced over her shoulder towards the counter before turning her attention back to the man, "come in." Alicia stepped aside, allowing him access to the room. May as well, she decided to take advantage of the offer of a massage. It wasn't as though she were about to have a breakthrough with the planning. Besides, Amanda had always taught her it was rude to refuse a gift. "You can set up wherever is convenient," she called out, catching site of the guard stationed outside her door as she pulled it closed.

The man pushed the table to a stop in front of the large bay windows, turning to her with a smile. "If you would," he offered forth a basket. She accepted it, looking down at the fluffy white material inside. "Mr. Dìaz suggested the hot stone massage," the masseuse informed her as he lifted the face of the massage bed. It came away from the table to reveal the cart consisted of two large chambers filled with what appeared to be some sort of steaming liquid. With one hand he extended four metal table legs from the underside of the bed and Alicia turned just as he began to set it up.

She slipped into the bathroom, looking in the mirror as she stripped of her clothes. In all her life she'd never had an official massage, and she was glad the decision hadn't been left up to her. If the man had asked what she wanted then Alicia would have drawn a blank. Hot stone massage, she mulled over the idea, liking the sound of it. With a little tuck she secured the soft heated towel around her body, fastening her hair into a pony tail the moment she finished.

It felt surreal to be so submerged as her character and yet comfortable at the same time. Alicia loved playing make believe, and her current role had her on cloud nine. With Samson busy with his own cover she enjoyed the silver spoon treatment. By the time her massage was finished she felt invigorated and alive, deciding to take a new approach on the camera situation. Once more dressed, she pulled open the door to the guard outside. "You're Micah I take it?" she greeted him with a sweep of her eyes. Like all of the other members of Salvador's security he was dressed in a black tee shirt and slacks, dark tint sunglasses hiding his eyes.

The man nodded. "Mr. Dìaz is still in a meeting," he informed her, "but he's invited you to join him poolside ate one for lunch."

Well there goes asking him for a tour, she sighed inwardly. Amanda had provided her with clothing for the underground fights and enough outfits for her stay in California, but Alicia didn't think it consisted of any pool wear. With plan A down the drain she decided to go to plan B. "Can you arrange for a car? I'm in the mind for some shopping."

Once more he nodded. "Would you like it now?" he questioned. When she answered with her own nod he raised his hand to his ear, reaching past his shaggy black hair to press a button on his earpiece. He requested a car out front in fluent Spanish before clicking it off once more. "Right this way Mrs. Durden," he confirmed easily. With a purse slung over her shoulder she fell into step behind him and before she knew it she was standing in the warm California sun. A few minutes more and Alicia was situated in the back of a sleek silver vehicle watching the buildings go by.

She didn't know the city and so chose a grouping of stores at random, pointing it out to the guard who had fallen into silence. It was no surprise when he door was opened and she climbed from the car that he lingered at her side. "You're going to follow me," she asked, cocking a brow, "aren't you?"

"I have my orders," the guard gave a small nod, being nondescript in his answer.

Alicia had to remind herself that she was Camille, and so her hand darted to her hip as she let his eyes scan over him. "By that you mean I've got a new shadow," she scoffed with a roll of her eyes. The man stood slightly stiff, in visibly good shape as the black tee shirt he donned clung to his toned body. From her time in Division she knew a trained man when she saw one, and yet using him as security was the last thing on her mind. "Not only is he old enough to be my father," Alicia sighed, turning from him, "now he's acting like one."

As aloof as she acted, striding onto the street with him in tow, everything was going as planned. Dìaz had been truthful when he said he was a thorough man. Not only had she expected a security detail, but she had been rather counting on it. The fact it was only one man made the entire thing easier and when her eyes fell on a clothing shop she wasted no time in slipping in. The guard, Micah, waited at a slight distance as she flicked through the clothing on the racks. While he wore dark shades she knew his eyes were on her and their surroundings; not paying attention to the merchandise she was looking at.

After sliding her credit card she turned on the man, handing forward what she'd just purchased. "Put these on," Alicia instructed the man as he looked down at the shirts he'd accepted on auto pilot.

Even with the dark shades hiding his eyes she could sense his surprise as he opened his mouth to ask, "Mrs. Durden?"

"I'm not about to spend the rest of my day shopping with a dark figure looming behind me," she explained as she tilted her head slightly, an amused expression playing across her beautiful face.

Micah stared at his ward for a moment, drawing a blank on what he was supposed to do. When Mr. Dìaz had tasked him with personally attending to the young woman it had come with a warning. Mrs. Durden may be young and attractive but she was not someone to be taken lightly. Still, he wasn't sure what to do in his current position. "I don't think it's appropriate," he answered slowly, unsure of how else to respond.

"What wouldn't be appropriate," she responded with mischief glittering in her eyes, "is if you lost me. Now I've had years of practice at slipping away from men like you and haven't had a good game of hide and seek in a while."

Behind his sunglasses he blinked, at a loss. From what he'd learned about her in briefing he had no doubt in the sincerity of her words. "If you'll cooperate-"

"I will," she cut him short, "if you'll change. I'd rather look like someone's accompanying me than stalking me."

The smile she wore shook him up, and he gave a brisk nod seeing no other choice. If he lost her then he'd be in for more than just a slap on the wrist. "Of course Mrs. Durden," Micah gave in. He wasted no time in stripping of the black tee-shirt and replacing it with what she'd purchased.

Micah had no time to look at what he'd just put on before the young woman was surprising him once more. "Lose the shades," without warning she reached towards his face and he moved on instinct to block her. She'd anticipated as much, and smoothly avoided his hand as she plucked the sunglasses from his face. "They scream security," she flashed him a smile, meeting his ruffled expression. He watched as she slipped them onto her head, adjusting the pair of shades neatly in her hair with an easy grace.

Before he could react she had her back to him and was striding away. For a moment his eyes followed her, mind still reeling, before following after her. The moment he reached her she slowed her pace to fall into step beside him, flashing a disarming his smile his way. He's cute, she thought smugly as her eyes flickered over the man's face. Micah was young, maybe in his mid twenties, and despite his hard appearance there was a promise of warmth in his eyes. Now that she'd been able to see into his deep brown eyes she knew Plan B was officially a go.

On the opposite side of town Samson had been busy crashing his hand into a mouth while Alicia was working on getting one to smile. Drawing his fist back he grinned ruefully down at the man on the mat before him. "You may want to work on your blocking," he commented smugly. Even going easy on the man it had been a walk in the park to take down the latest sparring partner.

"Mr. Durden," a low voice rumbled off his cover name from behind him.

Samson turned to face the man, snagging a water bottle from the bench as he went. "What is it?" he asked, voice laced with impatience.

"You have a visitor," the man informed him.

The words had barely left his lips before Samson's gaze shifted past the man to the entrance of the training gym. "That's no visitor," his lips rose into a smirk, "that's my wife." Their eyes met from across the room, and he opted to ignore the man who stood a step behind her. Instead he tilted the water bottle to his lips, squeezing a flow of the cold water into his thirsting mouth, as he waved her in. His eyes danced over her, watching her every move as the man who stood in her way stepped aside to let her pass. The sway of her hips had his attention as well as a few of the other men in the gym who couldn't peel their eyes from her. Alicia's green eyes sparkled, her auburn hair framing her face in waves as she greeted him with a smile.

When she reached him he wasted no time in marking his territory, slipping one of his arms around her waist as he pulled her pelvis against his. There was a wolfish smile on his face as he looked down at her, enjoying the lingering eyes on them. "I don't think so," her hands landed on his chest, keeping space between their torsos as she leaned back a little to look up at him, "you're covered in sweat."

"That's never bothered you before," he shot back, eyes twinkling in amusement. Samson moved, his free hand slipping under the waves of her hair. His fingers laced into the hair against the back of her neck, his thumb coming to rest on her temple.

Alicia lifted slightly onto her toes, closing the space between their chests to a mere inch. She knew her partner well enough to know when he was pushing the ball into her court. When her lips touched his she placed a kiss there, one of her hands shifting. It slid up the burning skin of his pec to rest on his shoulder to provide support as she moved to ease herself from her toes. Samson was faster however, and his arm constricted around her, pulling her body flush against his.

While she returned his kiss it was just as uncomfortable as the eyes that were glued to them. She knew at least one set belonged to Micah, and having one of Dìaz's men as a bystander required her to play her part. By all means it was her husband's tongue currently slipping into her mouth, his muscular arms keeping her contained to the lip lock. Kissing Samson was an act that confused her, and it wasn't a feeling she liked. His lips were warm against hers and were as skilled as the tongue that explored her mouth. If it hadn't been for Birkhoff, and her opinion on their mutual partner, then it may have even been enjoyable. He was good at what he did, and the massaging of his thumb on her temple seemed almost unfair. Alicia would rather be kicking him than kissing him, and yet she had to confess that as opposed to the men she seduced on missions this particular one knew the female body.

When he'd gotten his fill he pulled his mouth back from hers, making no attempt to hide his enjoyment at what he considered perks of their current assignment. As much as he loved the feel of her compliant in his arms he didn't let it cloud his mind. "Who's the John Doe?" he asked, hazel eyes flickering to look past her to the man who now stood a few feet away. It wasn't a face he recognized.

"That would be my babysitter," she responded, knowing full well the Micah was within earshot. While the gym was still in action around them, it was hardly loud enough to cover a conversation.

"He doesn't look like one of D's men," Samson commented, eyes flickering over the man. He was dressed in the customary black pants of the security Team and he was clearly in shape, but that was where the resemblance to a guard ended. His black hair was tousled and he wore a tight grey shirt with an open collar, the four buttons undone to show a slice of his broad chest. Micah was handsome, his caramel touched skin contrasting with the deep brown of his eyes. His mouth was closed, expression unreadable, but the direction of his eyes was unmistakable; Alicia.

She would have eased out of her partner's arms if it wasn't for the fact she could still feel the tension of his muscles. "I played dress up," Camille answered easily.

"Before or after you tried to slip his watchful eye?" Samson asked, gaze remaining steady on Micah. If anyone was going to be protecting Alicia it would be him, not some useless hired muscle. Samson knew he was the only one who could face any danger that was too much for her to handle. Compared to the trained Division Agent, Mr. Dìaz's guard would be worth nothing more than a human shield.

"Actually, it was in exchange for not trying," she shot back with a sly smile. "Why Isaac," she picked up easily on her husband's body language, "are you jealous?"

Samson chuckled darkly, returning his eyes to hers. "Do I have a reason to be?"

"Well, it would appear I have a taste for bodyguards," Camille teased, batting her thick lashes playfully.

Micah watched their back and forth, aware of the fact that a few others were doing the same. While he had agreed to bring her to see her husband, he still didn't like the current setting. There was too much testosterone in the air, and the focus of half of that energy was directed towards the very woman he was supposed to be protecting. It unsettled him, especially because he liked Camille. Watching her had turned out not to be so much of a task as a mini vacation. The young woman was full of life and smiles, and while she was mischievous and he had to keep a watchful eye on her at all times, she had treated him as more than hired help. He was determined not to mess up his ward in hopes of being assigned to her for the rest of her stay, and so when Isaac Durden lifted his wife from the floor, Micah's hand itched for his gun.

Camille's legs were wrapped around his waist, one of his hands splayed out over her ass as between them her weight was easily supported. A few catcalls rang out from the men who'd seen him sweep her up into his hold, but his smirk was directed down at his wife even as he strode forwards. Micah followed the short distance to the door, coming to a sudden stop when Mr. Durden pushed open the dark wooden door with one hand, turning to look at the guard with a dark glint to his eyes. "Just what do you think you're doing?" the man demanded.

"I'm supposed to watch o-"

"The only thing you're watching," Samson cut him off, "is the door." With those words he carried her into the room, eyes back on his wife as he set her on the counter, pushing aside the rolls of gauze with a sweep of his arm to clear room for her.

Micah watched for a moment, hiding his scowl as Isaac fit between her legs, hands slipping onto her knees to pull her pelvis closer. He'd seen enough, and reached forward, pulling the door to the room closed. In the sweep of his eyes he'd deduced the small medical room to be otherwise unoccupied and safe enough to leave the couple in. Mr. Dìaz had given him strict instructions to keep an eye on Camille for her husband, however he felt under the current circumstances leaving the pair alone was the safest move on his part. Isaac Durden wasn't someone he could afford to upset either.

A few moments after the door closed Samson broke his lips away from Alicia's, smirking at her before him. "So, what do you have for me?" he asked, hazel eyes shining. The best part about being Point was having her in the submissive role. Something about knowing Alicia had to rely on him for this Op left him with a satisfied feeling, especially with Birkhoff out of the picture. It also gave him all the means necessary to dig on what she wanted from the man.

"I've got the guard's frequencies covered," she informed him with a sly smile, "and we have blueprints compliments of SW." Alicia leaned her back against the cupboards, tempted to scoot her body away from him but knowing she couldn't afford to. If she showed her discomfort at being so close to him he would eat it up. The circumstances of their Op left her maddeningly at his mercy.

Samson knew what was going on in that head of hers, and despite her unflinching confidence he took satisfaction in it. He moved his hands from her knees to instead rest on either side of her against the counter, his torso looming forward a little as he smirked down at her. "Any word from Dìaz?"

"He stopped by the room after you left," Alicia acknowledged with a slight nod.

"And what did our friend want," he asked in low tone, eyes flickering down to trace over her curves, "besides you?" She did a good job of remaining completely at ease, even as his body boxed her in. Normally he would have pushed it even further, his hands itching to move from the counter at the urge to slide onto the warm skin of her thighs the short jean skirt she wore left exposed. But he had plans in mind, and he restrained himself, putting on a charming smile as he met her eyes.

"He had business this morning and was kind enough to offer me the use of a car and Micah."

"The muscle?" he questioned, cocking a brow. The smile on her face said it all and he shook his head. "You're on a first name basis," Samson scoffed, "how cute."

Alicia flashed him a playful smirk. "Well it got me access to the guards signal," she quipped back.

"What's your plan for the cameras?" Samson asked, knowing that she had one. While he was Point he was giving her control over every decision that concerned her. There was a power in allowing others to choose for themselves.

"Dìaz invited me to join him poolside for lunch. I should be able to get a tour out of him," she shrugged, filling him on the details. Plan for success, she recited in her mind, prepare for failure. It was a loose plan for it relied on things going right, but when it came to playing with people sometimes you had to assume. She ran over the basic outline without a single interruption from Samson.

It seemed solid enough to work and he had no reason to argue with her. After some minor adjustments to the details everything was set and he was glancing over his shoulder to the clock on the wall. "So what time is my wife expected for her lunch date with another man?" he asked, running a hand over his short brown hair.

"One o'clock," she informed him, watching as he took a step back from her.

He offered her a hand which she accepted, hopping down from the counter. The second she was on her feet she reached up, tousling her auburn waves with her own hands. "Tell me," he asked lowering his voice to a serious tone, "is it an affair?"

Alicia couldn't help but laugh at the dangerous glint to his eyes, impressed with his performance as she often was. "You know, you're good at sounding jealous," she teased.

"And you're bad at dodging a question," he shot back, lips twitching up into a dark smirk.

She knew the moment would come where she'd have to decide, but it still took her a moment. "I have no reason to get close to Dìaz once I access the video feeds," she gave a small shrug.

"Does that mean you're mine for the rest of the week?" Samson pushed, wanting to make her say it.

Knowing what he was up to, she decided not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her roll her eyes. He was right; she did let her guard down around him too often. "Camille is," she corrected him sweetly.

Her partner smirked, leaning up against the back of the door with his arms crossed over his bare chest. "Drop and give me twenty, wifey," he teased even as she was already on her way towards the ground. She decided not to comment and instead launched right into the pushups. Samson watched as her muscles flexed, her body moving in perfect form as she counted to twenty, one hand behind her back as she focused solely on her right arm. When she finished they switched positions and it was her turn to watch as he pumped out thirty of his own.

Though neither had broken a sweat, even with how quickly they'd executed the impromptu workout; their cheeks had taken on a slightly flushed look. Alicia reached out, sliding the black athletic shorts he wore a little further down his hips. They hung low, showing the cut of his abdominal muscles, not that she bothered to look. Instead her eyes flickered to the clock. "You'll be back at five?" she questioned before meeting his eyes.

"Miss me already?" he responded with a question of his own.

"Not even when my cover requires it," she shot back in a sweet tone. Alicia flashed him a bright smile, pulling open the door and striding out. Micah peeled himself away from his post beside the door, but not before Samson pulled her to a stop.

As though it wasn't enough they already appeared sex ruffled he drew her towards him by her hand, stealing a kiss. "Enjoy your lunch," he smirked down at her the moment their lips were apart, "and play nice."

"Do I ever?" she laughed, giving him a parting smile. There was no reason not to fix her hair anymore, and so she did as she strode from the gym with her guard in tow.