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better for national security if you give us the names of the people selling our secrets out?” Karen asked. “You should keep the priorities straight about what we do.”
    “I guarantee Ms. Blakely if you were one of the young women being taken off the street and sold into slavery, you would have a different attitude. I will confirm who the traitors are when Derek here gets me set up. I will take everything they have, and then I will take care of them.”
    “You mean murder them?” She persisted.
    “I hear a tone of voice I find offensive Karen. While I do not mind discussion, and I welcome any constructive input you might have, remember whom I represent here. The best interests of slave traders, drug dealers, traitors, and enemy foreign countries do not impress me.”
    “Do you wish to create your own credentials or do you wish me to provide you with them?” Quenton asked.
    “Now you are talking Derek,” Connor replied. “I would rather have the materials myself, and keep you out of the nuts and bolts stuff. Every request from you on my behalf will bring more unnecessary scrutiny.”
    “What if you get caught?” Karen asked, and then shook her head. “Forget I asked that. Can you do all of what you want without leaving any trail at all?”
    “I believe I can. If I make a mistake in that vein, whoever discovers it will not be able to trace it back here.”
    “It sounds like you have many of the details worked out as to starting this operation Thomas,” Quenton observed. “The FBI wish to drop off a woman they have taken into custody, concerning the disappearance of a ten year old boy. They will be here with her in about twenty minutes. Would you get into your suit and meet them. Secondly, can you let her live no matter what you find out? If this one dies in our custody, there will be repercussions. By the time you are through, I will have your room set up.”
    “I will let her live while she remains in our custody. Afterwards, it will depend on what I find out. You already know how I feel about these things so we will leave it at that. I will meet with them.”
    “May I stay with you Mr. Connor?” Karen asked. “I would like to be in on this interrogation from the beginning.”
    “As long as you do not interfere, I have no objection,” Connor replied.
    “I will leave you two to decide this event, while I gather the computer resources you will need. I expect you just want the stuff delivered, rather than installed?”
    Connor nodded, “Yes, I will set up the equipment.”
    “We have it arranged so the FBI will be met at the entrance desk, where the paperwork will be signed by our personnel for the transfer of custody. You will accept custody of the woman and you may take her to any of the rooms we have used in the past.” Quenton stood up and walked to the door and it opened for him by itself. He turned and smiled at Connor, who waved. Quenton continued out with the door closing behind him.
    Connor went to his nearly empty closet and began dressing in the suit Quenton had given him the day before. Karen watched him strip to his underwear. The scars on Connor’s body running from his legs up, appeared to have been caused by all manner of circumstances. He moved easily with a gracefulness, which belied his thick musculature. Turning back to the table fully dressed, Connor gestured smilingly towards the door, which again opened on its own.
    “Shall we go Doctor?”
    Karen hesitated and then walked up to Connor and put her arms around his neck. She leaned in to him and kissed him on the mouth lingeringly. At first Connor did not return the kiss, but then he returned it with ardor. What she did to try and disconcert him now backfired on her. The desire, as did the feeling of well being from before when she entered his room, swept through her as the game Karen had intended continued out of control.
    After twenty seconds, Karen climaxed powerfully. She still shivered in the aftermath of it as Connor