With A Ghost

6.5 Warehouse

Luke

I. Was. So. Bored. Spying is never fun, unless you're spying on Sang... with cameras, or at least when she's talking. Right now, she is hardly even speaking.

I felt a little guilty. The Blackbourne team had to replace all their cameras and reinstall the monitor system individually in their phones. If I had known the phone was one of theirs, I would have returned it sooner so that they'd have found it before going through all this trouble. Now I felt like I owed them something. At least their monitor system was safer now no. That was big relief. I heard Victor say that he'll make their phones more hack-proof so if someone stole them, they'd have a harder time getting past the lock screen. Must be a useful having someone who knows a thing or two about technology. Sang, North and I have to go to Corey, from the Toma team, when we wanted these stuff done. One of these days, we better go and pick up a few computer tricks just in case.

I was sitting in the apartment complex for hours. Oops. It had only been an hour and a half. I could call Sang right now and tell her I needed her, and she would be here beside me in a flash. I smiled to myself; couldn't help it. She was as sweet as sugar and as addictive as chocolate. I needed my hourly doses of Sang Sorenson. North did too. He gets grumpy when he can't touch her for a long time, and I don't blame him. She's a re-energizer. You won't be able to live through another day if you can't kiss her at least once. I can only imagine what her lips would feel like on mine. That would get me high for the rest of the week. Her lips really need some kissing, especially when she pouts. One day, I won't be able to hold myself back and-

The vibration of my phone shook me out of my daydreaming. North was calling. "North," I answered.
"Text Sang. I'm on my way to get you both."

Sang and I waited a little distance away from the building. It would take North five more minutes. I was rubbing circles on the back of her hand that I held. My attention on her soft skin helped me worry less, like how it helped her stay calm. If we were in trouble, North would have told us.

North arrived soon and we hopped inside the black vehicle. I sat behind Sang and North. North filled us in. "It's a warehouse. A giant singular warehouse near a factory. I couldn't get in."
"What's this?" Sang took out a big plastic bag. Looking inside, her eyes widened. "We're infiltrating?"
"Not you, Sang baby," North said, eyes on the road, "Luke and I are infiltrating."