Harry
stared at
the form in his hands. He
read and re-read
the name printed in the
second box down. Finally he
looked up
over the white A4 sheet at the nonchalant man sitting on
the couch in
front of
him. Adam
shrugged like
this wasn't a big deal. "What?
He's already got top-level security clearance." Rolling
his eyes,
Adam asked, "Because he's a
guy." "This
isn't the
army, Harry." "I'm
not gay." "...leaves
me more
open to blackmail? It's
bullshit and you
know it.
I haven't cracked under interrogation yet,
and I won't in the future. Who
I sleep
with has no bearing on my work." "Too
late." "Yes." "A year
and a
half." "Oh,
come on,
Harry.
Like I said, he's already got full security
clearance." "We
don't discuss
work. He's
not even interested any more." "Seriously." Adam's
humoured
expression hardened. "Even
then." "If you
can tell
that I must be losing my
touch." "Didn't
I just say
'a year and a half'?" "He
wouldn't do or
say anything that might put
me or
any of you at risk, Harry. He
loves you
guys." Adam
glanced into
the corner of the room. "I
hate you all." He
smiled.
"He's crazy about me."
He stretched out his arms.
"Who can blame him? And
I'm
a little crazy about him. I'm
not asking
your permission here, yours or 5's.
I'm
making it official so that if anything happens to me
he's informed." Taking
that as
'permission granted', Adam got
to his
feet, grinning. "Thanks." |