Mark remained quiet, then moved until he was close to April's chair. As she watched him, he gave her a sympathetic look and opened his arms to her. Before she quite knew what she was doing, April was in his arms and clinging to him as she expressed her real fear.

"I came back and threw up. What kind of agent am I going to be?"

Resting his head lightly against hers, Mark spoke softly.

"The best kind. The ones that aren't bothered by death? They work for the other side, luv. My partner is better than that."