Ninth draft

There was something about his guy that made Jessica believe him. It was his eyes. They seemed so sad, yet sincere. If he said he was going to protect her, then she trusted that he would. The question was, did he know what she was capable of? Sure, she may not have done any field jobs, but she'd popped more shells than anyone she knew. That and her love for martial arts and fitness made her feel confident that she could take care of herself.

But what she couldn't deny was that on paper, the man sitting in front of her was a miracle. If he'd accomplished even half of what Eva had told her, then he was the right person for this situation. He didn't look dangerous. He looked... meek, and quite naive. There was a certain aura of innocence about him, that she couldn't help but like him, more than she was willing to admit.

So she gave him the file. She never thought she'd do that. But they were past that stage now. As he flipped through the pages, he smiled and shook his head several times. It was the details. Eva had done a pretty good job of describing him, and everything he liked, and how she should treat him. “This isn't an official file, is it?” He asked when he was done. “No,” Jessica shook her head. “Let me guess, you got this from someone I've worked with before.” “Yes.” “So who is it?” “Will you promise me you won't hurt her?” she asked. “I won't hurt her.” “You promise?” “Yeah. I promise.” “Her name's Eva. She told me she's a secretary. But I guess that part was a lie.” Of course it was! Now that she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel foolish for missing something so obvious! How could a mere secretary know so much about a field agent?

“Eva,” he smiled, “That's a good one.” “Do you know her?” Jessica asked. “Yeah,” he leaned forward and said softly, “Eva isn't a secretary. She's a jobber. She used to be work Mother's security detail. That's where we met.” “Were you two together?” she asked, then immediately regretted it. Whether they'd been together or not was none of her business, but she couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of jealousy erupting inside her. “No,” he shook his head, “We worked together, if that's what you mean. But we weren't a couple. She has a boyfriend, or had, last time I checked.” “She's single now,” Jessica said. “Oh!” “When did you last speak to her?” “It's been a while. A few years I think. Why?” “No reason,” she replied. She wanted to tell him Eva would be coming soon. In fact, she was on her way. But first, she needed to know more.

“Is she coming?” He asked. Damnit! “How did you know?” she asked, genuinely surprised. “This must be her retirement package. One last job before she sails into the sunset.” Jessica was confused, “I don't understand.” “Give it time. You will.”