It was the parking lot of a large club.Following dropping her off and watching her vanish, I pulled back onto Everett for the short drive to our headq...arters. There were no messages for me from the security guards at the gate this morning, and I parked in my usual spot before heading up to my cubicle.I was still in my cubicle several hours later when two agents that I had seen here came to question me.“Have you seen Agent Cook today?” the one asked me.“Not today, but she stopped to chat. It is ability to lock on thetarget, trust your gut and be able to act decisively under stress.Anna took a quick step forward, but instead of continuing walking, sheswung her right hand with the pistol backward making a spin kick,helping her hand by turning her body, just in time to hit the man'shead.The man fell unconscious, and in that split-second Anna turned backtoward the living room, both hands back on the pistol.Igor Zaytsev hadn't changed his position. And he showed a disdainfulsmile. I hope he didn’t fall trying to rush.Thus, when he did appear she immediately jumped into his arms. “You didn’t miss me did you?”“Bart, after the way you left things hanging I wasn’t sure you’d be coming back.”“I understand, and you don’t need that uncertainty. At least in areas I can control. Here, let’s sit here in these chairs. Hopefully no one will bother us, or be able to hear what I have to say. Now, before I start I need your solemn promise not to tell anyone what I’m about to reveal to. ” Those were the first words she ever said to me.The next morning we happened to see each other on our walk into the station. She was wearing a long dress with the hem about the middle of her calves. Her work bag hung off her shoulder. She looked up, slightly laughed and completely unexpected to me, she made a formal curtsy. Her movements were so completely poised and fluid as her hands temporarily grasped the fabric of the skirt and let it fall as she rose. “Ah, Sir Galahad of the underground,.