and how it could be improved. I looked like hell and the secretary kept glaring in my direction. Oh, she had thanked me for helping to save Raifah-like her security team really deserved the credit. She tried to get rid of me by saying I should get cleaned up, but Raifah insisted I stay.
"I can't believe how fast you reacted, Lynn. How did you know?"
"I saw a flash from the roof and thought it may have been from a rifle scope. I thought it better to be safe than sorry. The worst thing that could have happened would be for me to get reassigned. They don't like to fire us after nine years of training." I shrugged.
She laughed. "If you're reassigned, it'll be to me in Libya."
"Your team reacted well. Nasser took a bullet for you and Jaffar was firing at the shooter, while everyone else stood around doing nothing."
"Yes, Jaffar and Nasser are excellent bodyguards. They would both give their lives for me. If the shooter had been a poor shot, they would've saved me. Was he?"
"He was better than me, but then I'm a lousy shot. You'll notice I didn't kill him. All I did was scare him off. If my classmate, Jessie, had been here, the shooter would be dead."
"What about me?" she asked. That caught me by surprise. Yes, Jessie would have killed the shooter. He was an excellent marksman. But how would he have reacted to the situation? Would he have pushed her aside and then shot, or would he have shot after Raifah had been hit? I didn't know. The Tiger is a fighter. The Fox isn't. Perhaps Mr. Witton isn't as capricious as he seems and makes the assignments according to our strengths.
Raifah interrupted my thoughts. "It is rumored that each of you has a name that defines you. If you don't mind, what is yours?"
"Lynn the Fox."
"Yes, that suits you."
Raifah left three days later.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I was sitting on my couch watching the History Channel and drinking pineapple juice when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in, the door is unlocked," I said loudly. The door opened and Mr. Witton walked in. I decided I didn't need to stand as I was in my own pad. "Can I get you something to drink, sir?"
"You're very trusting, Lynn. What if I had been an Assassin?"
"You'd be dead." I lifted the gun I had in my left hand. He laughed.
"I guess you're not so trusting. I'm very pleased with your last two assignments. Of course, I'm usually pleased with my Kazaks if they get back alive." He grinned.
"At least that keeps you from having to buy tar and feathers. I find prices have gone up dramatically since I went off to school. Have a seat if you plan to stay awhile." I didn't think he made casual visits to his Kazaks. He sat across from me in a love seat that faced the couch and me.
"I know you've explained to me how you identified the Ghost Assassin and the sniper. What I can't figure out is whether it's luck or skill." He looked interested with his elbows on his knees and hands steepled under his chin.
"I'd never turn down a bit of luck. If I did, I wouldn't be here today."
"I've come to the conclusion that it's skill, combined with some luck. The Witch Meztlil named you correctly. Of course, she always does. Quite frankly, I've never known her to call anyone a Fox. That, however, presents me with a dilemma. If it's skill, I need you on very selective people, like Raifah. The only reason you were assigned to her was because she specifically asked for you. That turned out well." He shook his head while smiling. "Otherwise, I would've had to go out and buy tar and feathers. You see the problem?"
"Hopefully, I would've gotten killed too and saved you the expense." He was leading up to something, but what?
"Lynn, from what I can see, you do very little when you're not on assignment. You go to a few shows, occasionally eat at moderate restaurants, buy a few clothes, and exercise. Except for Jessie and Cory, who are seldom here when you are, you don't seem to have any other friends or boyfriends."
"I've had some ugly incidents while in
"I can't believe how fast you reacted, Lynn. How did you know?"
"I saw a flash from the roof and thought it may have been from a rifle scope. I thought it better to be safe than sorry. The worst thing that could have happened would be for me to get reassigned. They don't like to fire us after nine years of training." I shrugged.
She laughed. "If you're reassigned, it'll be to me in Libya."
"Your team reacted well. Nasser took a bullet for you and Jaffar was firing at the shooter, while everyone else stood around doing nothing."
"Yes, Jaffar and Nasser are excellent bodyguards. They would both give their lives for me. If the shooter had been a poor shot, they would've saved me. Was he?"
"He was better than me, but then I'm a lousy shot. You'll notice I didn't kill him. All I did was scare him off. If my classmate, Jessie, had been here, the shooter would be dead."
"What about me?" she asked. That caught me by surprise. Yes, Jessie would have killed the shooter. He was an excellent marksman. But how would he have reacted to the situation? Would he have pushed her aside and then shot, or would he have shot after Raifah had been hit? I didn't know. The Tiger is a fighter. The Fox isn't. Perhaps Mr. Witton isn't as capricious as he seems and makes the assignments according to our strengths.
Raifah interrupted my thoughts. "It is rumored that each of you has a name that defines you. If you don't mind, what is yours?"
"Lynn the Fox."
"Yes, that suits you."
Raifah left three days later.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I was sitting on my couch watching the History Channel and drinking pineapple juice when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in, the door is unlocked," I said loudly. The door opened and Mr. Witton walked in. I decided I didn't need to stand as I was in my own pad. "Can I get you something to drink, sir?"
"You're very trusting, Lynn. What if I had been an Assassin?"
"You'd be dead." I lifted the gun I had in my left hand. He laughed.
"I guess you're not so trusting. I'm very pleased with your last two assignments. Of course, I'm usually pleased with my Kazaks if they get back alive." He grinned.
"At least that keeps you from having to buy tar and feathers. I find prices have gone up dramatically since I went off to school. Have a seat if you plan to stay awhile." I didn't think he made casual visits to his Kazaks. He sat across from me in a love seat that faced the couch and me.
"I know you've explained to me how you identified the Ghost Assassin and the sniper. What I can't figure out is whether it's luck or skill." He looked interested with his elbows on his knees and hands steepled under his chin.
"I'd never turn down a bit of luck. If I did, I wouldn't be here today."
"I've come to the conclusion that it's skill, combined with some luck. The Witch Meztlil named you correctly. Of course, she always does. Quite frankly, I've never known her to call anyone a Fox. That, however, presents me with a dilemma. If it's skill, I need you on very selective people, like Raifah. The only reason you were assigned to her was because she specifically asked for you. That turned out well." He shook his head while smiling. "Otherwise, I would've had to go out and buy tar and feathers. You see the problem?"
"Hopefully, I would've gotten killed too and saved you the expense." He was leading up to something, but what?
"Lynn, from what I can see, you do very little when you're not on assignment. You go to a few shows, occasionally eat at moderate restaurants, buy a few clothes, and exercise. Except for Jessie and Cory, who are seldom here when you are, you don't seem to have any other friends or boyfriends."
"I've had some ugly incidents while in
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