"The President himself asked me to extend his personal thanks, interrupting Melody's reverie.
For the first time, she really looked at the Director. He had at least a decade or two on her, but he was as steadfastly American as Melody herself. No risk of betrayal, but he was a prime target for assassination, given his position.
Melody discarded the fear the second it turned itself over in her mind. After all, she didn't become one of the agency's top agents by being cautious.
"Do you ever get out from behind that desk, sir?" she asked her superior.
Confusion showed on the man's face. "What do you mean, Agent Powers?"
"Would you like to go on a field mission with me? To my apartment maybe?"
"Your apartment! Agent Powers--"
"Or maybe we can just stake out the situation here, and see what develops," she interrupted, walking around the desk to him.
"Agent Powers, this is against protocol!" the Director warned. Melody ignored him as she lowered herself into his lap, the man either unable or unwilling to resist.
"It's like this, Director Petersen," Melody began. She pulled the knot off of his tie, and tossed it aside. "You're the only man who's been a constant in my life ever since I joined the agency. Everyone else is either dead or a Red, which is the same thing. You just...make sense."
By now, the Director's shirt was mostly unbuttoned. He tried one more time: "Agent Powers, America comes first."
Melody considered this. "No, Director. America may be the number one priority, but I come first." And with that, the spy caught his mouth with hers.
Jane set the story down.
"Well?" Daria prompted.
"It's pretty good," Jane finally said. Daria released the breath she didn't know she was holding.
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