Already, her maternal instincts were kicking in."Sure, Princess. I knew that you would ask for her. Meet your daughter, dear. The first child born int... this new age of ours. Anne, meet your mother, Ninve," I smiled as I carried our newborn and put her in her mother's arms."Our daughter, honey. Hard to believe that she was conceived in a men's room during a Halloween party, isn't it? That already seems like a very different life now, doesn't it?" Ninve smiled weakly at me and the little. Sorry, I don't think I got your name?" Cate said, beginning to make the awkward introduction to our parents."It's Natalie," I managed to get out, just managing to catch up to them. "Natalie Mendoza." Well, Natalie, these are our parents. I'll introduce everyone in a minute, but I want to introduce the person we're here to meet." She started to turn but I decided I'd better make my presence felt, no pun intended. When we'd talked it over the night before we agreed that I should establish the. " Her heart skipped a beat. This could be an informant. She doubted if it was safe to go meet some stranger. She is nervous about this, but remembering her slump, her editor could terminate her if she could not produce something.Against her instincts, she decided to go meet this stranger and walked towards Pipeline Bar.Standing outside the door of Pipeline Bar, she can tell that there are few, to no people inside. Breathing nervously, she entered the bar. As she guessed, there was no one inside. In Brown’s experience, the CIA thought everyone in the country had to dance to their tune. He is now feeling just a little more positive towards Agent Anderson and his “issue.”“This time is good for the next fifteen or twenty minutes.”“Thank you. I appreciate your making time for me in your schedule.”“So, Agent Anderson, (Brown has now had enough of Scott’s studied politeness; his tone of voice has become more business-like and Scott notices at once) you were going to tell me about your.