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“Simon, are you sure that our Trinity will be fine?” Abbi asked as he walked past her viewing screen.

Simon glanced over to Rupert and bit back a smile as he saw the stunned look on the man’s face. “She looks identical to…”

“Yes, I know. It’s my way of honoring her. Even in death, she’s remembered.”

Abbi tipped her head to the side, sending long black waves of hair over her shoulder. “Rupert’s DNA is closely related to yours, as is Waylon’s. Why is this?”

“They are like me, Abbi, and now they are part of the mission. You may speak freely in front of either of them. Rupert will be staying with us to aid with the program and Waylon and Trinity are moving to the first of the outside settlements on the planet here to live and await the birth of their first child. Her sister will remain in solitary confinement until I deem it appropriate to begin her RLS training. Trinity wishes no harm to come to her, nor do I. Callida is punishing herself enough for a hundred men.”

“So Trinity will be close enough to visit?”

“Not only that, Abbi. She and Waylon have agreed to help with the RLS program as well. So she will be with us often, as a member of the team, not a prisoner so you may speak freely in front of her as well.”

“My sensors are most pleased.”

“Sensors are pleased?” Rupert asked, laughing slightly.

Simon shot his longtime friend a look and he stopped laughing.

“Simon,” Abbi said. “Agent Roberta is awaiting entrance.”

“Send her in.”

Simon watched as Bobbie entered. Today’s drab clothing was a large gray T-shirt and sweatpants. Her cap covered her eyes and her posture was anything but ladylike.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Bobbie didn’t bother to look around.

“It’s Simon, Bobbie.” Simon sighed. “We’ve been over this before.”

Rupert coughed, choking back another laugh. “Umm, Simon, you told me that this place was full of women. Are you sure you didn’t make some sort of mistake?”

Simon bit his lip as Bobbie lifted her cap, revealing her emerald green eyes, and glared at Rupert. “Funny, as far as I knew this place was an asshole-free zone. Guess I was wrong.”

Glancing at Rupert, Simon nearly fell over laughing when he found his friend’s mouth hanging open. It looked like he was shocked by Bobbie’s words, but Simon knew better.

“Yes, Bobbie, I wanted to inform you that you’ll be aiding Rupert with self-defense and weapons training from here on out. Since Trinity is now expecting and has already had undo stress put on her and the child, I do not think it’s wise for her to continue on in that manner. Besides, her services are needed behind the scenes.”

Bobbie’s eyes widened. “You can’t seriously expect a pretty boy like Mr. Saturday Night over there to know how to fight.” Bobbie glanced at the viewing screen and smiled. “I’m diggin’ those late-night lessons, Abbi.”

“As am I, Roberta.”

Rupert closed the distance between them fast and it was all Simon could do just to keep a straight face. “I’ll have you know, Ms. Tomboy, I am skilled enough when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, though if you asked Waylon he’d disagree. And I am an expert on weapons and technology. Though, by the looks of your outfit, you don’t really care to be with the times.”

Bobbie spun around fast, tossed her leg in the air and kicked Rupert square in the chest. He staggered backward and almost fell onto the floor. Bobbie stared at Simon. “I’ll report to the holding cell and inform them I’ll be staying awhile this time. Teaching that arrogant snob a lesson was worth it though.”

Simon hid his smile under his hand until it passed. “No, Bobbie, I’ll let this one slide. Please go and find Gillian. Britney tells me that she ran out during the “how to properly use a dildo” lesson again today and has not been seen since.”

“No surprise there,” Bobbie bit out, spinning on her heels and leaving the room.

“Sorry about Bobbie, Rupert, but she’s a stubborn one.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Is she always that high-strung?” Rupert rubbed his chest where he was kicked, staring at the door.

Simon smiled. He knew Rupert wasn’t really hurt. Bobbie could’ve kicked him a lot harder if she wanted to. Rupert, being what he was, could’ve taken it. No, the look on Rupert’s face was more shock that she actually did kick him more than anything. “You know what they say—
Amour ōdit inertēs
.”

“What the hell does cupid hating the lazy have to do with this?” Rupert finally pried his eyes away from the door and frowned.

Simon tipped his head and looked away. “You’ll see soon enough, old friend. Now, what do you say we go talk to Prince Makken before he departs? After, you can tour the RLS facility. Hmm, maybe Bobbie could show you around.”

Tossing his hands in the air, Rupert stalked out of the door mumbling about how he only signed up because he was promised beautiful women agents but was only finding rude ones. Simon turned and looked at Abbi. Even she looked amused.

“We did good, Abbi. All three agents found their mates and all three are with child.”

“It’s begun.”

“Yes, it has begun.”

“Simon?”

“Yes, Abbi, what is it?”

Abbi worried her lip. “Since Trinity’s husband is immortal, what will happen to them since she’s mortal?”

Simon shook his head slightly. Abbi really was getting more and more perceptive and even more curious. He wasn’t sure if it was a bad thing or not. Regardless, he wouldn’t change it.

“She’s not mortal anymore, Abbi. When they mated, Waylon gave part of himself to her and now she and her baby will be like the rest of us. In fact all of the women will become like their husbands in time. It’s a natural side-effect of the mating process.”

“That is just so romantic.” Abbi grinned, dabbing at her teary eyes. “I want to have a baby too, Simon.”

Simon cleared his throat and ignored Abbi’s declaration. “Prepare the A-mac for additional agent transfers. I don’t think we should wait any longer than we need to.”

“Yes, Simon. I will begin preparations immediately. Who will we be sending out?”

Simon smiled. “Gillian, Dahlia and Bobbie.”

“Simon, I thought that Bobbie’s mate was…”

He put his hand up, silencing Abbi. “Just do as I ask please.”

“Yes, Simon.”

The End

Mandy M. Roth 
grew up fascinated by creatures that go bump in the night. From the very beginning, she showed signs of creativity—writing, painting, telling scary stories that left her little brother afraid to come out from under his bed. Combining her creativity with her passion for the paranormal has left her banging on the keyboard into the wee hours of the night.

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Michelle M. Pillow,
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, is a multi-published, award winning author writing in many romance fiction genres including futuristic, paranormal, historical, contemporary, fantasy and dark paranormal. Ever since she can remember, Michelle has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural and sci-fi. After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She's glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.

Michelle loves to travel and try new things, whether it's a paranormal investigation of an old Vaudeville Theatre or climbing Mayan temples in Belize. She's addicted to movies and used to drive her mother crazy while quoting random scenes with her brother. Though it has yet to happen, her dream is to be in a horror movie as 1. A zombie or 2. The expendable screaming chick who gets it in the beginning credits. But for the most part she can be found writing in her office with a cup of coffee in pajama pants.

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