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I wrote another secret agent story! Well, the first part of one:
CIA Agent Anthony Bridgerton and his partner Simon Basset have been trying for years to get access to the Blue Ribbon, a terrorist organization rumored to work on weapons of mass destruction. When they finally identify Dr. Edwina Sheffield as a member of the higher echelon, they are tasked with recruiting her sister Kate to get closer to Edwina and leverage the connection to gain access to the entire organization. Targeting Kate, a civilian, is not something Anthony relishes, but desperate times call for desperate measures, especially as he begins to suspect that she might have her own agenda in a misguided attempt to try saving her baby sister.
it boggles my mind that some people go through this life without being singularly unreasonably obsessed with a very niche subject of no relevance to anything that matters. what do you even think about
I wanna see Violet going down to the village/the vicarage and guilt tripping (because lets be real, that's what she did) the vicar into bringing his brother and 16-year old son to even out the numbers for the AH party
Ahhh I forgot about that! I love Violet, the things she does for her children and how even during pall mall, her kids know how even she likes the numbers to be! You think she brought up the fact that she’s a widow?? I totally think she did😂
She definitely brought up the fact that she’s a widow. And she also brought up that the vicar is a father himself, basically like “wouldn’t you do anything for your children’s happiness?”
I [27 M] have a massive crush on this girl [21 F] but hate her family. I told her that I’d still like to marry her despite her poverty and how annoying I found her mother & sisters. But she said that I was ‘the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed upon to marry’!! AITA?
Katharine Sheffield walked down the street like she owned it. She was a tall woman-- the heels she wore had her standing easily over six feet. With dark, intelligent eyes that never missed a beat and darker curly hair framing her face, she was striking. Not beautiful exactly but there was something about her.
Colin only met her once but she'd made a strong impression. Judging by the wary look Anthony was giving her, he wasn't the only one who thought that.
"Bridgertons," she nodded once in greeting, "it's been a while."
When Anthony didn't pick up the thread, Colin slapped an obviously fake grin on his face. "Kate. Nearly five years since you testified against me."
Kate smiled back, all sharp edges. "Well, you did steal a painting insured by my employer for several million dollars."
"Allegedly," Anthony interrupted, ever the lawyer.
Kate's gaze jumped to the older brother and narrowed, eyes ice cold. "Allegedly," she repeated dryly.
They stared at each other unblinking for a long moment. "Well, isn't this just a happy reunion..." Colin said in a soto voice.
"Colin," Anthony snapped in a warning tone. He looked back at Kate. "You called for a reason?" he prompted.
Looking a bit like she'd smelled something rotten (and that something was them), Kate nodded. "My company, ARTE Generali, insured a hundred million in non-government Japanese bearer bonds."
Colin whistled. "Samurai bonds. Nice." Two matching glares snapped to his face and he held up his hands innocently. An illusion neither was buying, especially when he decided to ask: "That's a hundred million in yen or U.S. dollars?"
"Dollars," Kate confirmed with an unamused eye roll. No one was calling the FBI over a hundred million yen-- that was pocket change for a company like ARTE Generali.
Head tilted thoughtfully, Colin couldn't help asking, "And what's your cut if you recover them?"
Kate smirked. "Two percent." Colin resisted the urge to whistle again. "Which I only see if we find them, so…" She pulled a manila folder from her bag and handed it to Anthony who immediately flipped it open. "The truck was hijacked in transport, and I think the bonds are somewhere here in New York."
All of the earlier tension seemed to have dissipated as Anthony focused on the business at hand. "Danbury said you believe Nigel Berbrook is involved."
Kate nodded distractedly, something nearby catching her eye.
Anthony handed Colin the file to flip through-- it held pictures of the missing bonds, the truck, Berbrook. "Big international real-estate guy," Colin commented absently as he skimmed the man's biosheet. "He can move them without raising flags."
Kate's sharp gaze cut back to him for a moment. "Yes, he can." She offered another grin that could cut glass. "Excuse me for a moment."
Colin watched as Kate spoke quietly with the valet before glancing surreptitiously at his brother. Anthony looked… well, honestly, Colin wasn't certain what the expression on his brother's face meant. When he turned his gaze back to Kate, she was accepting the keys to an incredibly expensive looking car.
A man in a suit rushed out to the street. "Hey! That's my car! What the hell--?"
"Mr. Hartside, listen to me," Kate said in a confident, no-nonsense tone, "you can change the vin numbers, you can change the grill, the paint-- it's still an Aston Martin Victor. I know because you did not change the electronic vin behind the steering wheel."
The man's face was turning the most interesting magenta color. "You're crazy! You're stealing my car!"
"No, you stole it. I'm taking it back." Hartside reached into his jacket but Kate was faster. She pulled out a baton and made quick work of him, landing her final blow to the shin. Colin winced-- that had to hurt. "You are more than welcome to file a complaint with the FBI," she added, nodding toward them.
Hartside looked at Anthony who was already flashing his badge. "Special Agent Bridgerton, FBI."
The man, whose complexion had made a startling turn from red to white, tried to hurry away despite having been rather effectively hobbled. "This is obviously a misunderstanding. I should…"
Anthony pulled out his cuffs. "You should stop walking and keep your hands where I can see them."
"Yeah, running just annoys him," Colin told Hartside, flashing a charming smile toward his brother. He walked over to Kate who was now leaning against the car watching the arrest with mild interest. "So you're basically a high-class repo person."
Kate's predatory smile returned. "I prefer white-collar bounty hunter."
"Pithy," Anthony grunted as he wrangled Hartside. "Damn it, Kate, do you always have to go for the shins?"
With wide innocent eyes no one who'd witnessed the last five minutes would ever believe, Kate shrugged. "It was my only defense." There was something hard in her tone that hadn't been there before and Colin didn't miss his brother's responding grimace.
Kate pushed herself off the car and pulled a card from her bag. "When you want to talk about that painting, call me." She pressed the card firmly to Colin's chest until he took it but her gaze was on Anthony. "Bridgertons." The corner of her mouth ticked upwards. "Hartside."
She walked around to the open car door, slid inside like she belonged there and drove off. Colin let out a long exhale, relieved she'd left. There was something too perceptive about Katharine Sheffield. She was dangerous.
