Chasing Gold

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Standing at a bare, undraped window, staring at the façade of the National Museum of American History where it let out onto Constitution Avenue wasn’t quite Alicia Myles’ idea of a fun night. It was pitch black; it was cold; it was incredibly boring.

Rob Russo, at her side, met her distant gaze with one of frustration. “C’mon, Myles, it’s barely 22:00 hours. Cheer up, woman.”

“Crap. That just makes it worse. Do you know how many different things I could be doing at 22:00 hours?”

Russo looked wary. “Is that a sex joke?”

“No, it’s not a bloody sex joke. Except… now that you’ve mentioned it, you just made everything worse.”

“Poor you.”

“Oh, cheer up, Russo. I’m sure there’s a rhino around here that you could mate with.”

Alicia enjoyed the weary look that came into Russo’s eyes. Their relationship was a strained one, made up of soldiers’ mutual respect and loyalty but tainted by Russo’s resistance to change and Alicia’s hard-headed resistance to absolutely everything.

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