" That struck me as hinky. I don't want to walk into a trap." I said."So next time they ask for a meet, we set the conditions?" Martin suggested."Exac...ly, if we are going to put our lives on the line, we are going to choose the place," I demanded. "And that's what I will say to Atwood or his lap dog." So any idea where?" Martin asked."That depends on you. Can you hit anything with a sniper rifle?" I asked."I do okay, What do you have in mind?" A meeting outdoors somewhere with you and my .22. He wanted one last look at his honey pie. We werejust going for a little ride, that is when I saw the gun, it all seemedlike a dream after that. Me getting dressed but no underwear, getting inthe car, the gun against my hip, the smile on his hateful face. I couldn'tbelieve it when this woman pulled up beside us and pulled him out of thecar. It was done so fast I couldn't believe it. It wasn't till she turnedto me that I finally panicked. I don't remember getting out of the car ormuch of. "We've still got an Infiltrator embedded with the police. She's only support staff but we can still make use of her in a limited capacity," Henderson informed him.The CEO nodded glumly, wondering how things had managed to go pear-shaped so rapidly.Watching the live feed from the helicopter on his desk monitor, Simmond's chest tightened as four bodies scattered over the barren ground came into sharp focus.There had been no good news all day. The wounded Infiltrator from the lobby could not be. " He balked and maintained that he just wasn't ready for it. Hepulled his pants on in place of the skirt and realized that he'd have todrive home in full makeup. He tried to reassure himself that it wouldn'tmatter much and he was going to have to dress fully, makeup to shoes, thenext day anyway. Fortunately he had no plans to go anywhere.For the rest of the week Jason went home from work, took off his shirt andpants, then dressed in bra, blouse, and skirt. He'd gotten into the habitof wearing.