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The security detail that retrieved Tina from her apartment in Huntington was made up of a man and a woman. The man, Agent George Quinn, was inconspicuous like most secret service agents, but the woman, Agent Dana Fairbanks, was particularly attractive, enough so that Tina found herself appreciating the woman’s form as she escorted her to the SUV that waited in the parking area. She’d even ridden in the backseat with Tina and exchanged small talk about the atrocious humid weather and the bustle of summer tourist that had descended upon the DC area in the past months. But Fairbanks didn’t disclose anything about the meeting she was escorting her to, nor did she comment on Tina’s military service or her recent injury and recovery.
Once they entered the Harry S. Truman building and proceeded through security, Tina followed Quinn while Fairbanks flanked her right side. To an outsider, Tina might’ve been another security agent as she was dressed in a dark suit comprised of slacks and a jacket, both tailored and well-fitted in a similar fashion of what the two agents wore. Except Tina had decided just that morning to indulge herself in a way she’d not done since before leaving for her last tour of duty. She’d taken a curling iron to her short hair and given it a bit of a wave, put on eye-shadow to draw out the green highlights in her hazel eyes, applied eye-liner and mascara and even a bit of lipstick. She’d also slipped on silver hooped earrings, and at the open collar of her stark-white button down dress shirt, a matching silver chain glinted. Her civilian attire might’ve lacked the inherent nobility of her service dress uniform, but it lacked none of the elegance, for even in civilian clothes, Tina held herself with the bearing of an Air Force officer.
The three paused outside the office of the Secretary of State, and Quinn spoke to the receptionist who glanced over at Tina and smiled before speaking into her phone and giving the nod for them to proceed. As they rounded the corner of a hallway, the double oak doors that led to the main office opened and a short blond man came right toward Tina.
“Ms. Kennard, Sean Carter. Thank you for agreeing to meet this morning.” He extended his hand.