Lesson One

15: All Work and No Play

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Samson’s brow was covered in a sheen of sweat, a small bubble of blood on the corner of his lip. His fists were raised, blocking an attempt at his face. With a confident air he continued on in the fight with the tattooed man before him. The drone of the underground fighting club was just louder than the music they had blaring, and it set the scene perfectly. As he dodged a powerful right he ducked around the man, catching him roughly in the stomach with his fist. His eyes zeroed in on Alicia, confirming she was all right as he continued the fight. It wasn’t possible for to wear an earpiece with their current covers.

She watched from beside his so called manager, a convenient Division asset, as Samson fought in the ring. Alicia was dressed to kill, and made sure to give off the attitude she was interested in nothing but the fight. There were no men for her to seduce this time, and all she had to do was play Samson’s second; an easy role for her. When the fight finished it was no surprise Samson had won, and the smug smile as he approached her said he felt the same. Alicia handed forth the towel she held, flashing him her brightest smile. “You’re bleeding,” she pointed out sweetly.

“Not as bad as Ringo,” he laughed, taking the towel from her. Samson patted dry his face, wiping the remaining Vaseline from his skin. “Where’s Danny boy?” he asked, noting his manager’s absence. It was busy all around them and he had to shout in order for her to hear him, even with him standing barely a foot away.

“He placed money on the fight,” she laughed, taking the towel from him as he scanned the crowd. The man had practically run off the moment Samson had gotten his opponent, Ringo, into a stranglehold. “Couldn’t wait to collect his winnings,” Alicia added, patting his chest dry, “and get out of here.”

Samson turned his back to her, and she patted it down with the towel as he stooped to grab his t-shirt from the black chair. “Did you get what you needed?” he asked as he pulled the shirt down over his chest.

“I did,” she nodded, allowing him to sling an arm over her shoulder. He was radiating heat into her and the crowd they were making their way through was already stifling enough, but she smiled nonetheless. “We have a room at the Hilton and a breakfast date at eight,” Alicia informed him in between the interruptions of apparent fans. It was easy to spot the important and consequently dangerous people who attended these underground fights. Somewhere among them was their contact who had managed to slip her the note then disappear.

If there had been cameras in the illegal basement arena Birkhoff would have had an eye on the guy, but there wasn’t. He was left impatiently waiting for Samson and Alicia to check in once they arrived at the hotel and had access to a secure line. It was their first extended Operation as a Team and luckily it wasn’t deep cover; the mission only lasted a week. Still, the lack of earpieces and the inability to track them in the underground fighting den gave him reason to worry. There was no way for him to know if something went wrong. The only constellation was that Alicia didn’t have to seduce anyone this time around.

The two Agents were undercover as a married couple and partner arms dealers. Samson was Isaac Durden an unregistered MMA fighter who was in town for the illegal circuit. Alicia was his wife as well as the niece of a well known dealer in Vegas. Together they’d been sent to carry out an arms deal that had been in the workings for months. When they were transferred the funds Birkhoff would have means of tracing the money to its source. That’s all they were after; a name. In order to get it they had to sell a few guns and make some money in the process, but it was all for the good of Division. They were doing the government’s work after all.