Assigned by Station Chief Kate Laswell, Case Officer Kiera Dutton is assigned to track and locate the missing American missiles as well as the threat of Quds Force Major Hassan Zyani. Befriending Ghost during her missions was not indeed part of her...
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"I guess you forgot to include my many complaints of pulling over so I can throw up," She sighed, laying back in the seat and turning the vent towards her, blowing cool air against her arms. "That four-hour drive turned into six."
"You can't help that, love," He assured her as he looked over, frowning at how flushed she looked. "I'm just glad you didn't puke in the car."
She scoffed at his humor, "I'll make sure to puke all over the floorboard next time."
"Please don't."
"Or I'll hang my head out the window so it can stick to the side of the car. Chunks of whatever I ate being a decal-"
"Kiera."
"What? You said yourself that I couldn't help it." She arched a brow, smirking at how worried he looked.
"I see your sense of humor is coming out again, yeah?"
"I have to poke at you at least twice a day, babe."
"If you didn't, I'd think something is wrong."
"Exactly. You look forward to it. You can't say that you don't."
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Once at the hotel less than a block away from the plaza that was hosting the military ball, Simon frowned while Kiera fought another rush of nausea, rushing to the public restroom in the hotel lobby to rid her stomach of nothing more than bile itself.
Once checking in and providing his military ID, Simon ushered Kiera to sit on the luggage cart while he sensed that Kiera was growing weak after a long day of traveling and barely able to keep down food - judging by the bags under her eyes and sick complexion. He didn't care locals were glancing their way, wondering why a grown woman was looking like a child refusing to walk, but neither Simon nor Kiera cared.
"I'll unpack while you lay down." He spoke, pulling the keycard from his pocket.
"I'm not going to leave you to do it yourself, Si-"
"Don't argue with me, love. You need to lay down."
She huffed, having no energy to strive for independence and nodded, giggling as he helped her to her feet and into the room. "Wow. Where's everybody else?"
Simon shrugged, "Not sure. May not even be here yet."
"Oh. I'm going to take a shower. I feel gross. Can you hand me my bag?"
