Miranda... But I had always called her Mirinda, "Miraculous". Two years after Ms. Thatcher and I had gone our separate ways over the Falklands, Miranda had been transferred into my covert ops division. Smart, sexy, and experienced in the art of interrogation, she had extracted my heart the moment I first laid eyes on her.
But Maggie had always been able to pull strings, and when she found out about us, she had Miranda sent on a dangerous mission involving a secret meeting with Soviet triple-agents in Greenland. She had never come back. And now that I thought of it, Greenland was awfully close to Canada...
I fought back the bile rising in my throat. I had to concentrate! As Maggie had been so fond of telling me back then, the mission was more important than our personal problems. And if there was a connection, maybe... Just maybe I might be able to find out what happened to Miranda.
Once I'd finished collecting Illiad's files, I burned a CDR for the spies, and a second copy for myself -- triple-encrypted for safety. Then I took a look inside Thomas' "toolkit" to see if there were instructions on how to get the data back to MI12. I was surprised to find ________________ |
