Well Meaning Seductress
Carina couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she watched Morgan leave. She had never been one to dwell on emotions—always compartmentalizing her feelings to maintain control—but something about Morgan stirred an unfamiliar sense of responsibility in her. He wasn't like the others she had manipulated or deceived. Morgan was different—selfless, brave, and far too genuine for a world as dark as hers.
She recalled how San Francisco had been a disaster. Fulcrum agents had her cornered, closing in fast. They had done their homework, cutting off every escape route and trapping her in an abandoned alley with no CCTV coverage. Just when Carina thought it was over, Morgan, a civilian of all people, had risked everything to save her. He could have run. Any sane person would have. But he hadn't. Instead, Morgan had thrown himself into the fray with no hesitation, putting himself in harm's way. He wasn't driven by self-preservation or any ulterior motive. He genuinely wanted to help.
That wasn't something Carina was used to.
After their narrow escape from the Fulcrum agents, Carina couldn't stop thinking about Morgan. There was something about him that didn't sit right. Why would someone with no combat training, no espionage experience, dive headfirst into such a deadly situation?
Curiosity—and perhaps a touch of guilt—had driven her to dig into his past, and what she uncovered was astonishing.
Ten years ago, Morgan had been in a devastating car accident, nearly losing his life while saving his best friend. The accident left him hospitalized for three years, resulting in the loss of his right eye and causing severe brain trauma that most people wouldn't have survived, let alone recovered from. But Morgan had. His brain had adapted, rewired itself in ways science couldn't fully explain. He had emerged from his long recovery not just healed, but changed—his mind now working on a level few could fathom. He wasn't just brilliant; he was a prodigy, able to solve problems faster than anyone she had ever encountered.
Carina had spent hours poring over government files, some of them classified, others heavily redacted. What she found had shaken her. Morgan had single-handedly dismantled a global botnet—one that had crippled governments and held entire financial systems hostage. And he hadn't done it by following the rules.
That's what set him apart.
Morgan had been brought in as a civilian consultant by the FBI, recruited fresh out of college due to his unique skill set. But it hadn't taken long for him to grow frustrated with the bureaucratic red tape, the slow-moving machinery of government agencies that were paralyzed by protocol and procedure. They had wanted Morgan to play by the rules. Instead, he had done what needed to be done.
He bypassed firewalls, circumvented security protocols, and hacked into military and financial systems that were off-limits even to the FBI. He'd used untraceable virtual machines, disposable servers hidden across international borders, and AI algorithms to mislead and confuse anyone tracking his movements. His methods were brilliant, but they were also illegal. He'd taken down the botnet himself, leaving the FBI scrambling in the aftermath.
By the time the FBI had realized what he had done, it was too late. They couldn't arrest him—he'd saved the world from a global cyber catastrophe. But they also couldn't let him go without consequences. He had broken too many laws, crossed too many lines. Still, Morgan had covered his tracks so well that the FBI had no choice but to let him walk away with nothing more than a clean cheat and a warning.
And now, she had dragged him into the middle of the Fulcrum mess. A mess that was far more dangerous than any botnet.
Carina sighed, running a hand through her hair as she thought about how Morgan's good intentions had led him here. He didn't understand the world he was now part of. It wasn't just dangerous—it was ruthless, full of people like Roan Montgomery, who wouldn't hesitate to use someone like Morgan for their own gain.
The buzzing of her phone snapped her out of her thoughts. She didn't need to look at the screen to know who it was.
Roan Montgomery. Her boss, Her Mentor and the Administrator of DEA.
The man who never left loose ends.
She answered without hesitation, stepping into the shadows of the room, her voice low. "Montgomery."
"Carina," came Roan's deep, smooth voice on the other end. He always sounded composed, as if nothing ever fazed him. "I've read your report. Quite the development, isn't it? You seem to have a talent for finding the most interesting civilians."
Carina's lips tightened. She knew where this was going. "Interesting doesn't even begin to cover it," she said, her voice tinged with frustration. "Morgan Grimes isn't just some civilian, Roan. He's smart—dangerously smart. He cracked Fulcrum's Intersect prototype wide open with nothing more than a cheap laptop and homemade tools. Military-grade encryptions, state-of-the-art security measures—he tore through them like they were nothing. And if that wasn't enough, he survived downloading the entire thing into his head."
There was a brief silence on the other end, and then Roan's voice returned, sharp with intrigue. "He downloaded the entire Intersect?"
"Yes," Carina said, her tone grim. "And it wasn't intentional. He didn't know what the Intersect was, didn't understand the consequences of what he was doing. I asked him to help me break through the security layers, but I didn't expect—"
"That he'd actually succeed," Roan finished for her, his voice cold and calculating. "But he did."
Carina closed her eyes, her mind racing back to the way Morgan had handled the situation in San Francisco. He had risked his life to save hers without hesitation. And now, because of that, he was walking around with a target on his back.
"Morgan isn't just in over his head," Carina said quietly. "He's completely out of his depth. Every intelligence agency in the world would come after him if they knew what he was carrying. Fulcrum, the CIA, the NSA—once they find out what's inside his head…"
Roan's deep chuckle cut through her words. "Then he just became the most valuable asset we've ever had. A civilian with the Intersect in his head? This is unprecedented. An asset that every intelligency agency in the world, including ours, would kill to control."
"He's not just an asset, Roan," Carina snapped. "He's a person. And if Fulcrum finds out what he's carrying, they'll rip him apart. They'll extract the data, and they'll destroy him in the process."
"Well, then it's in our best interest to make sure Fulcrum never finds out, isn't it?" Roan replied, his voice full of amusement. "Tell me, how much does he want? What's the price for his cooperation?"
Carina gritted her teeth. "That's the thing, Roan—he doesn't want anything. He doesn't care about leverage or power. Morgan isn't like the others. He just wanted to help. That's why he got involved in the first place."
Roan was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone had shifted to something more serious. "That's exactly why he's valuable, Carina. He's pure. Uncomplicated. But that also makes him vulnerable. You understand that, don't you?"
Carina's fingers tightened around the phone. "He's too vulnerable, Roan. He doesn't understand how dangerous this world is. He doesn't know how to navigate it. You saw what happened with the botnet. The FBI was furious."
There was a beat of silence on the other end. "Furious?" Roan's voice dripped with intrigue. "Tell me more about that."
Carina hesitated, then sighed. "Morgan's methods pissed them off, to put it lightly. The FBI brought him in as a civilian consultant to help take down a global botnet. It was crippling entire financial systems, infiltrating military servers, threatening to bring down governments. But the FBI wanted to play it safe—too safe. They were bound by protocol. They wanted to move slowly, follow the chain of command. Morgan didn't."
She paused, trying to find the right words. "He knew how dangerous that botnet was. It was evolving, spreading faster than the FBI could react. So Morgan bypassed their firewalls, hacked into systems he wasn't authorized to touch—military systems, government networks. He used virtual machines, bouncing them across international servers to hide his tracks. He created self-replicating code to counter the botnet's algorithms. He even tricked the botnet into attacking itself by introducing false targets."
Roan's voice cut in, filled with admiration. "He turned the botnet on itself? Impressive."
"Impressive, yes," Carina agreed. "But illegal. He broke every rule in the book. The FBI was furious because they had no control over him. He outmaneuvered them, took down the botnet without their approval, and then wiped every trace of his actions. By the time they realized what he'd done, it was too late. They couldn't touch him. He saved them from a global cyber catastrophe, but they couldn't forgive the fact that he had done it on his own terms."
Roan chuckled softly on the other end of the line. "Sounds like someone after my own heart, darling!" he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "A wildcard who knows how to get things done—regardless of the rules."
Carina's eyes narrowed, her frustration mounting. "This isn't a joke, Roan. Morgan isn't some hardened operative like us who can handle the fallout. He's brilliant, yes, but he's also naive. He doesn't understand how this world works. The FBI may have let him walk, but Fulcrum? They'll eat him alive. And if they find out he has the Intersect in his head…"
Roan's voice grew cold and calculating again. "Then we need to make sure that doesn't happen. He's an asset now, Carina. One that we can't afford to lose."
Carina clenched her fist, pressing it against her temple. Roan always had a way of turning a moral debate into something practical, reducing a person to their utility, no matter how genuine they were. It was what made him such a successful spy—and why Carina found herself questioning her loyalty to him more than ever before. She had half expected this response from her superiors, but it didn't make it any easier to hear. She had been in this game long enough to know that once someone was in, they were in. There was no clean way out.
"So what's your plan regarding him, then?" she asked, her voice sharp.
Roan paused for a moment, then his tone shifted, becoming more calculating. "The plan is simple. We'll watch him. Monitor his actions, see how he handles the pressure on the field. What makes the Intersect prototype inside his head tick ? How does it truly work? If Fulcrum makes a move, we step in. But until then, we keep him in play. I trust you can manage that?"
Carina frowned. "You're making him bait."
"Not bait," Roan corrected. "An asset. If he's as brilliant as you say, he might be able to turn the tide in our favour. But if things go sideways, we'll have his back. You have my word."
Carina's stomach twisted at the idea of using Morgan like a pawn. She had seen too many people chewed up and spit out by the spy world, their lives shattered beyond repair. And Morgan…he was too good for that. He didn't deserve to be collateral damage in a war he never asked to fight.
"And if he decides he doesn't want to play ball with us?" Carina asked with an raised eyebrow.
Roan's silence lingered on the other end of the line, the tension palpable. When he finally spoke, his voice was as cold and calculated as ever. "If he doesn't want to cooperate, then we'll have to make him see the bigger picture. He may not understand what's at stake yet, but when push comes to shove, everyone has a breaking point. Everyone can be persuaded."
Carina's jaw clenched, her hand tightening around her phone. She had heard those words before, countless times. It was the mantra of their world—everyone could be controlled, manipulated, pushed in the direction they needed. But Morgan was different, he had a rebellious streak about him , she knew quite well that he wouldn't be coerced that easily
"And if that doesn't work?" she pressed, her voice dangerously low. "If he resists, what then?"
Roan's reply was icy. "Then he becomes a liability, and liabilities get neutralised one way or the other. I will ensure he is buried in the deepest bunker, somewhere Fulcrum will never be able to find him. Carina's jaw clenched as Roan's words hit her like a cold wave. The threat beneath his seemingly calm tone was unmistakable—either Morgan submitted to their whim , or they won't bother turning on him or rip him away from his life.
She wanted to scream. Roan didn't see Morgan as a person; to him, he was just a resource, a piece in the ever-twisting, dark game of espionage. Carina had played that game her entire career, but this time, it felt different. For the first time, someone's innocence—his genuine goodness—was at stake, and it tore at something deep inside her that she hadn't even realised was still there
"It won't come to that. I'll ensure he falls in line," Carina said, her voice steady despite the unease brewing inside her. She knew how to play this game, how to use every tool at her disposal, even when it made her skin crawl.
"You're well aware of my capabilities in seduction and manipulation," she continued, her tone hardening, pushing past the discomfort as she slipped into the role she'd perfected over the years. "I've made men literally beg me for sex and then left them with their balls suitably blue, tongues wagging, and minds melted." There was a pause on the other end, but Carina could feel Roan's silent approval, his anticipation growing as she elaborated. She hated that he expected this from her, but she also knew she was good at it—too good.
Carina's fingers tightened around her phone, her knuckles white as she listened to the silence on the other end. Roan Montgomery was a master manipulator, always a few steps ahead, calculating his moves with a cold, detached brilliance. Carina knew that he wasn't just weighing her words—he was weighing her conviction, her resolve, and whether she could truly do what she was saying.
In the past, Carina had no problem manipulating men—and women—using her beauty, her wit, and her unparalleled skills in seduction. She had infiltrated criminal organisations, outwitted foreign agents, and brought down entire syndicates, all without ever letting herself get too close. She had perfected the art of detachment. But with Morgan, the stakes were different.
Roan's voice finally cut through the silence, low and probing. "You think you can pull this off without getting too involved?You sound almost... conflicted, Carina."
Her jaw tightened. She couldn't let Roan sense any hesitation. That wasn't how she worked. She needed to be firm, decisive, like she always was.
"I'm not conflicted," Carina replied sharply. "I know exactly what I'm doing. Morgan is a good man, but good men can be swayed just as easily as the corrupt. He's not some naïve boy who's never seen hardship. He's a genius, and he's smart enough to know that he's in over his head. But that's where I come in. He needs a guide, someone he can trust to show him the way—and that's where I'll play my role."
Roan hummed on the other end, his scepticism palpable. "And you think you'll manage to keep him under control once he realises the game? Men like Morgan don't stay blind forever. He'll catch on."
Carina's lips twisted into a thin smile, though there was no amusement behind it. "He might catch on, but by then, he'll be too deep to turn back. You see, Roan, men like Morgan—they believe in people. They want to think the best of everyone, even in the darkest situations. That's what makes him different. He's not just smart; he's idealistic. He'll want to believe that I'm on his side, that I'm someone he can trust."
"And what happens when he realizes you're not?"
Carina paused, her eyes narrowing. The truth was, she didn't want to think about that. Morgan wasn't like the others—she couldn't just manipulate him and walk away. There was something in him that made her hesitate, something that made her want to protect him from the very world she inhabited. But she couldn't afford to let Roan see that.
"By the time he realises it," she said coolly, "he'll be too invested to do anything about it. I'll have him wrapped around my fingers—whether it's because of trust, loyalty, or something more... physical. Men like Morgan don't think with their heads when they're emotionally compromised. They think with their hearts. And that's what makes him vulnerable."
Roan's laugh was dark, almost amused. "So, you think you can seduce him, make him trust you, and use that to get him to do our bidding?"
"I don't just think I can. I know I can," Carina replied, her voice hardening. "I've done it before. The only difference is that with Morgan, I'll have to be more careful. He's not like the marks I usually deal with. He's not driven by power or greed. He's driven by something more... noble. And that's where I can strike."
Roan was silent for a moment, considering her words. Then he spoke again, his voice measured. "Noble, you say? And you think you can twist that nobility to our advantage?"
"I've twisted far worse traits in men before, Roan. Nobility is just another tool. Morgan will want to help. He'll want to believe that he's doing the right thing. All I have to do is make him believe that working with us is the right thing."
"And what about you, Carina?" Roan's voice dropped, becoming softer, more dangerous. "Are you sure you won't get too close? I've seen you manipulate dozens of men, but something tells me this one's different for you. I'm not asking if you're capable—I know you are. I'm asking if you're willing."
Carina felt her stomach twist. Roan had always been able to see through her, to push her in ways that made her question herself. She hated it. But she couldn't show weakness now—not when Morgan's life hung in the balance.
"I'm always willing to do what needs to be done," she said, though the words felt like they were scraping against her throat. "Morgan's just another mark. He might be smarter, kinder, maybe even a little braver than most. But at the end of the day, he's a pawn in a much larger game. And I'll play him just like I've played everyone else."
It wasn't a lie, at least not entirely. She had played plenty of marks before, manipulating them, using them until they had nothing left to give. Then she moved on, leaving them in the wreckage of whatever plan they thought they had control over. It was her job—one she was frighteningly good at. But this time, there was something different, something unsettling about the way the words had come out. She couldn't shake the feeling that Morgan wasn't like the others. He wasn't driven by greed, power, or ambition. He was just… good. Too good.
The silence on the other end of the phone stretched on, each second feeling heavier than the last. Carina could almost hear the wheels turning in Roan Montgomery's mind, that cold, calculating brilliance he was known for, weighing her words, testing her resolve. He was never one to be easily convinced, and even now, she knew he was scrutinising every inflection in her voice, searching for weakness.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Roan spoke. His voice, calm and measured, held the barest hint of amusement, as if he had seen through the layers she had tried to hide. "Well, Carina, you've certainly made your case. I'll trust you to handle Morgan Grimes."
Carina's muscles tensed involuntarily at his words. Roan's trust was never freely given, and it came with an unspoken weight, a responsibility that could crush even the most hardened of agents. Handling Morgan wasn't just about keeping him safe or using him as leverage. It was about controlling him, manipulating him into serving the greater good—no matter the cost to his humanity. It was a game of survival, and Morgan had unknowingly stepped into the most dangerous part of it.
But before she could respond, Roan continued, his tone shifting to something more serious, more urgent. "However, you should know that things have taken an unexpected turn."
Carina's pulse quickened. She didn't like where this was going.
"No more than twelve hours ago, an enemy operative successfully infiltrated the research facility housing the Intersect Room," Roan said, his voice now cold and precise. "They've stolen the most current version of the Intersect. And if that wasn't enough, they blew up the entire room before nearly escaping."
Carina's mind raced. The Intersect Room? That facility had been one of the most secure locations on the planet. It was where the government's most cutting-edge technology was developed and protected—the Intersect, in particular, being a crown jewel of intelligence. The idea that someone had not only broken in but stolen it and then destroyed the evidence was unthinkable.
"How?" she breathed, her voice betraying the shock she felt. "How did they get in?"
Roan exhaled softly, though Carina could sense the undercurrent of frustration behind it. "Still working on that. It appears the rougue operative had inside help, though we haven't identified the mole yet. What we do know is that the enemy's gone dark, and our recovery teams are scrambling to track them down. But time is running out."
Carina swallowed hard, trying to process the magnitude of the situation. If an enemy had the Intersect, they held the power to infiltrate any agency, gain access to top-secret intel, and manipulate the global intelligence network. The consequences were catastrophic. It wasn't just about state secrets anymore; it was about control. The kind of control that could destabilise governments, collapse economies, or worse.
"Roan, this is bad," Carina said quietly, the weight of the situation sinking in. She had dealt with dangerous operations before, but this felt different. This was bigger than anything she had ever been a part of.
"It gets worse," Roan added grimly. "The NSA and CIA are working around the clock to retrieve the stolen Intersect, but if they fail—and there's a very real possibility that they might—we'll be left with no choice but to consider other options."
Carina didn't like where this was going. She could feel it, the trap closing in around them.
"Morgan Grimes," Roan said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "He might be the sole Intersect in our hands."
The words hit Carina like a punch to the gut. She had suspected it, but hearing Roan confirm it made the situation all the more real. Morgan, the unassuming, kind-hearted tech genius, was now more valuable than he could ever comprehend.
The Fulcrum Intersect he had unknowingly decrypted could be their only way of countering the stolen version. The only problem was that Morgan had no idea what was in his head.
"What exactly are you saying?" Carina asked, her voice low, though she feared she already knew the answer.
"I'm saying that Morgan Grimes may be the last viable option we have," Roan replied, his tone devoid of any emotion. "If the stolen Intersect remains in enemy hands, the consequences will be devastating. But Morgan… Morgan has the knowledge, the ability, and now, the key to everything. If we can't recover the stolen Intersect, then we may have to rely on what's in his head to level the playing field against Fulcrum."
Carina's mind was spinning. She had brought Morgan into this world because she thought she could protect him, keep him at arm's length from the danger. But now, it seemed she had done the exact opposite. She had dragged him into the center of a storm far deadlier than anything she had anticipated. And worse still, she might be the one who had to push him even further into the chaos.
"You can't be serious," she whispered, her throat tightening. "Morgan's not… he's not ready for this. He has no idea what's at stake."
"He doesn't need to know," Roan said coolly. "He just needs to follow orders. And that's where you come in, Carina. You're going to make sure he does fall in line."
Carina's hands clenched into fists at her sides. She had always been pragmatic, ruthless when necessary, but this—this felt wrong. Morgan wasn't just another pawn. He was a good man, one of the few she had met who genuinely cared about doing the right thing. Manipulating him, using him as a tool in this deadly game—it felt like a betrayal of everything she had once believed in.
But what choice did she have? The world was on the brink of chaos, and Morgan was now part of that fragile balance. If she didn't play her cards right, they could all lose everything.
"I'll do what needs to be done," she said finally, though the words felt hollow. "But you need to understand something, Roan. Morgan's not like the others. He's not built for this world, and if we push him too far… we might break him."
Roan's silence was telling. He knew exactly what she meant, but it didn't matter. In his world, people were expendable. If Morgan was broken in the process, then so be it. He was just another piece on the board, and pieces could always be replaced.
"Just remember, Carina," Roan said softly, almost too softly. "This is bigger than you, bigger than him. In the end, sacrifices have to be made. Whether or not Morgan realises it, he's already a part of that sacrifice."
The call ended with a soft click, leaving Carina standing alone in the darkening room, the weight of Roan's words pressing down on her. She stared at her phone for a long moment, her mind swirling with the impossible choices ahead.
She closed her eyes, exhaling a long, shaky breath. Roan had given her the green light, but the weight of his words hung heavy in the air. She had always prided herself on being able to manipulate anyone, to bend them to her will. But with Morgan... it was different.
For the first time in her career, Carina wasn't sure if she could go through with it. Not because she wasn't capable—manipulation was second nature to her by now—but because she didn't want to. The idea of breaking someone like Morgan, of twisting his kindness, his warmth, his genuine care for others into a weapon for manipulation, made something inside her rebel. It was as though a line had been drawn in her soul, and stepping over it meant giving up whatever shred of humanity she still clung to.
Yet, despite her inner conflict, the reality of the situation loomed large. Morgan was already in the game, whether he knew it or not. Fulcrum wanted him, the agency wanted him, and if she didn't act soon, someone else would. And that someone wouldn't hesitate to exploit him in the most brutal way possible. Carina knew exactly how it worked—she had seen it too many times before. Morgan would be taken, locked away in some sterile government facility, far from his friends and the life he knew. He'd be studied, used, until there was nothing left of the man she had come to know. No one could withstand that kind of pressure forever.
She couldn't let that happen. Not to him.
As much as she hated the thought, Carina knew what she had to do. She would play the game. She would seduce Morgan, make him trust her, make him believe she was his only ally in this world of shadows and lies. And when the time came, when she needed him to act for the greater good, she would use that trust to get what she needed. It was the mission. It was survival.
But still, something inside her twisted uncomfortably at the thought. Was this what it had come down to? Another mission, another mark? Another lie to keep the world spinning?
Morgan wasn't a mark. He had saved her—risked his life for her without hesitation, without expecting anything in return. He had been there for her in a way she wasn't used to. She wasn't used to loyalty like that, to kindness that didn't come with strings attached. In her world, people always wanted something. Trust was a commodity, traded and discarded when no longer useful. But Morgan… Morgan had just helped. And it was that purity, that innate goodness in him, that made what she had to do feel all the more wrong.
Maybe that's what was bothering her. Morgan didn't deserve to be manipulated like this. But at the same time, the mission was critical. If she didn't follow through, Fulcrum could gain an upper hand, and lives could be lost. That was the job. That was the sacrifice.
But did it have to be so cold? So calculated?
Carina sat up on the bed, her fingers brushing through her hair as she considered her options. If she had to do this, if she had to seduce Morgan for the mission, could she make it more…enjoyable for him? Could she soften the blow, make it less of a manipulation and more of a genuine fulfilment? She wasn't heartless. At least not entirely. Maybe she won't toy around him like she typically did with most of her marks. Maybe she could make it feel less like a trap. Maybe she could even go the extra mile with the seduction and make sure it wasn't just the means to keep him in line ,and make sure it was something more—a pleasant memory, something real that he could hold onto. Something he could remember her by fondly, even when the truth eventually came out.
A "benevolent honey trap" or a "well-meaning seductress"—that's what she was rationalizing, wasn't it? It sounded absurd. Carina almost laughed at herself. When had she ever cared about good intentions? Since when did she worry about how someone else felt after she'd manipulated them?
Yet the idea made her feel a little better, if only for a moment. If she had to go through with this, she could at least make sure Morgan didn't feel completely used. She could ensure that whatever happened between them, it wasn't entirely about the mission. She could make him feel like he mattered, even if it was part of the larger game. Maybe she wouldn't have to lie to him—at least not completely. Maybe she could protect him by keeping the full, brutal truth from him. For now, at least.
She sat back, shoulders slumped under the weight of the decision she had made. She would do it. But she would do it differently this time. Morgan wasn't just another mark—he was someone who had saved her, someone who, despite all odds, had earned her respect. And as much as she hated it, maybe even a sliver of her care.
Still, as much as Carina tried to justify her plan, there was a knot of doubt in her gut that wouldn't go away. The truth was, this mission wasn't just going to change Morgan. It was going to change her. In all her years, dancing on the edges of morality, she had always convinced herself that the ends justifies the means. That the mission was all that mattered. But now, staring into the reality of manipulating someone like Morgan, she wasn't so sure anymore.
She knew, deep down, that no matter how careful she was, no matter how much she tried to protect Morgan from the full reality of her world, this wouldn't end the way she hoped. This mission wouldn't leave either of them unscathed.
For years, she had danced on the edges of morality, convincing herself it was just part of the job. But now, with Morgan's life hanging in the balance, she felt something she hadn't allowed herself to feel in a long time—doubt.
For the first time, she wasn't sure if she was still on the right side of that game.
And that terrified her more than anything
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Dun dun dun ….the plot deepens.
Can Carina play the role of well meaning seductress like she intends to? Or the eventual collision with the host of original Intersect and a certain blonde will complicate things?
How would Chuck react to see his best friend in a situation not too different compared to his own?
Can Morgan use his somewhat favorable position with Carina to save Chuck from incoming doom from CIA and NSA? Would our resident beard even notice it in the first place?
Are Sarah and Casey prepared to find out about the second Intersect? How would their superiors react?
Let's find out in next Installment XD
