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Agent Tasha Williams had waited long enough. She took the elevator down to the Science and Tech floor, looking for Eva Torres. She had sent the inscription to her yesterday afternoon and was growing more and more irritated with how long Torres was taking to get her the results.
She found Torres staring at her computer screen with her head phones on, shoulders moving to whatever was playing.
Tasha cleared her throat loudly, but the cute Latina didn’t move. So she tapped her hard on the shoulder. The girl jumped and spun around, taking her headphones off and throwing them on the desk.
“Damn Williams! I thought you were my mama coming to beat me for not taking the carné out the freezer. What’s up, girl? Shit.”
“Torres, I’m sorry to scare you, I just really need that translation on the inscription from The Venus de Milo.” Tasha put her hands in her pockets, a contrite look on her downturned face. She had a tight lipped smile that stretched across her face.
Eva Torres smiled at her, damn, she thought, Tasha was pretty, but too bad she was a stud. Eva knew it would be a power struggle between the two of them in bed. Oh well, she was still pretty to look at. And she was sweet under that hard exterior.
“Williams, I have it running through DeepL and ModernMT, neither of them have hit on anything. So, it has to be encrypted. But, if we’re talking Ancient Greek or even Phoenician, I don’t know why it would be. It doesn’t make sense”, she gestured at the computer screen and sighed.
“No, it doesn’t make sense at all” Tasha smoothed back her ponytail, frustrated.
“Don’t worry Williams. I’ll stay on it” Eva said, standing and punching Tasha lightly in the shoulder. “You gonna be on the court tomorrow morning so I can kick your ass?”
“Girl, I’ll be there. You gonna be talkin’ all that shit though?” Williams eyeballed her and laughed.
“You know it!” Eva replied with a sly smile. The two touched fists and Tasha went back up to her office.
Tasha sat at her desk and drummed her fingers on the smooth wood surface. She was irritated that she had to wait. She had promised Tina Kennard that she would get some answers. And then someone tried to kill her. Fuck…she had not seen that coming. The only conclusion was that she knew something or had seen something. Maybe she didn’t know what that was, and Tasha really hoped that was true.