on D.C. took hours, but Ci

of Arlington National Cemet

egan to fall, turning the

he stepped out, opening

er side, keeping it completely dry

passing rows upon rows of iden

cemetery guard in a rain slicker sa

ped his heels together, and

d and walked into the cov

r her. He checked her classified military

ches, stopping in front of a designated sect

arefully placed the black ur

ng the ripped fabric, and folded it tight

. Then, she set the velvet box cont

three s

oor. She stood at attention and raised her

rain hitting the roof echoed around her, masking

safe now. They we

che and walked back toward th

stone archway, pul

ssed messages from h

u? Are you o

'm fine. Heading back to NY

eyes against the biting chill, her face an unreadable mask as she pull

ive, armored black Maybach r

stopped

pped out immediately, open

ed. A man stepped

perfectly tailored black trench coat. His face wa

thless head of the East Coast's

cuffs, his dark eye

er the archway an

ir on the back of her neck stood up. The

through the sheet

second, time

iliarity flashed in his dark pupils. He tilted his head, s

ntact, but her expression

, opening her umbrella, and walked pas

n, watching her back until she

murmured, stepping closer w

m the empty path. He turned an

than normal. She gripped the steering wheel, pushed the

ar to fight