coiled as he was now.
Claireâs clear voice cut through the heavy silence at last.
âCyrene here. Iâve got Thunder with me. Go ahead, Chameleon.â
Maggie smiled as she lifted the transceiver. Sheâd just won a bet with herself. Sheâd fully expected Adam Ridgeway to come up to the OMEGA control center once Claire had given him the startling news that Docâs fiancée needed immediate extraction. The director would make it his personal responsibility to ensure his agentâs loved one was out of danger.
âThe situation I briefed you on a few moments ago has changed a bit,â Maggie announced, with slight understatement.
âHow so, Chameleon?â
âWe wonât need the transportation I requested for the subject. Not just yet, anyway.â
âWhy not?â Adam asked sharply. âIs she all right?â
âSheâs fine. Sheâs right here, with me and Doc. But she understands that sheâs been mistaken for me. She wants to make the contact in my place.â Flicking an apologetic glance at Doc, Maggie finished her transmission. âI think we should let her.â
For several long moments, Adam didnât respond. Maggie held her breath, not quite sure whether or not she wanted the director to approve this highly irregular request. What they were proposing was well outside OMEGAâs operating parameters. As far as she knew, Adam had never allowed anyone other than fully cleared, well-trained agents to become involved in the organizationâs desperate and often deadly operations.
On the other hand, he had two of his best-trained operatives in the field with Paige right now. If anyone could keep her safe, and still pull off this dangerous charade, Maggie and Doc could. She hoped.
âLet me get this straight,â Adam said at last. âYou want meto authorize a civilian to impersonate a secret agent whoâs impersonating a call girl?â
âThatâs it,â Maggie confirmed.
âDoes Doc concur with this?â
Maggie flicked a quick glance at Davidâs rigid face. Strange sheâd never quite appreciated the phrase carved in granite before. Without a word, she handed him the compact.
David sent his former and perhaps current fiancée a cold stare.
Paige started to shrink back into the cocoon of his wool jacket, but caught herself just in time. Squaring her shoulders, she returned his look.
His mouth compressed to a thin line, David lifted the compact. The gold case looked tiny and fragile in his big hands, but he operated the transmit button with a sure, competent touch.
âDoc here. I concur. With specific conditions.â
Maggie frowned. In the heated discussion that had preceded this transmission, David hadnât mentioned any conditions.
âThe subject isnât to be out of our contact, not for a moment,â he stated with grim emphasis. âI want to know where she is every second. Sheâll need a tracking device implanted under her skin. Today.â
âI can have someone there in a few hours,â Adam replied slowly.
âWait a minute!â Paige protested. âWhat tracking device? Implanted where under my skin?â
âDonât worry,â Maggie assured her. âItâs just a small chip. So tiny, you wonât even know itâs there.â
âI wonât know itâs where? â
Ignoring their exchange, David continued laying out his conditions. âIâm altering my cover to provide her closer surveillance. I havenât worked out all the details yet. Iâll get back to you as soon as I do.â
âFine.â
The lines bracketing either side of his mouth deepened. âAnd I reserve the right to extract her without prior consultation. Anytime I deem it necessary.â
âAgreed.â
âNot by me!â Thoroughly indignant, Paige reached for the compact. âI want to talk to him.â
With obvious