They hadn’t taken it easy on her, but Mia was a go getter. And she wanted this, she wanted it more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life. Sh... excelled in the mental part of the training, the planning and execution, map reading, figuring the enemies next moves. She could do it all and pretty damn flawlessly. She wasn’t afraid of the hard work or of the dirt. She didn’t flinch at dead bodies or at having to kill. She’d gone on an operation in the Saudi dessert and hadn’t flinched at the. . well, you get the idea. Salvatore found me when I was young and dumb. I married him, though I wasn't totally faithful, and he nailed everything in a skirt. I didn't care about that half as much as you'd think. What bothered me was when he planted the drugs on me and skipped town to let me face his music."Thanks to the President, though, my sentence was commuted to time served. I was a lifelong Republican, but if he could have a third term and I wasn't still a convicted felon, I'd vote for. She then turned around and began to swim around Eric. They kept eye contact while she was drawing her circles closer to him.“You still haven't told me what you think of my bikini,” she stated playfully when she finally came to a halt barely fifteen inches away from him. A downward glance so quick he wasn't sure if she had just blinked, a smile flashing over her face, and she went on teasing him with her suave voice, “...but I think you like it, don't you?”Eric blushed, not sure whether she was. As the cruiser stopped firing its weapons, the music stopped as well. Tapping the spacebar to stop the video again, he heard Marcia talking in the background to someone else in the office."I'm sorry about that Sir, the Secretary will see you at 1 pm. That's the earliest he can get you in. Is that okay?" Thank you, Marcia, that will be fine. I will see you then." You're welcome, Sir. We will see you at 1 pm." Marcia, I will probably have the British ambassador with me, just so Secretary Garcia.