You were the wife Laswell would mention, the woman she kept out of her life with the CIA and Task Force Business. After enough time, and things looked to be slowing down, she offered for you to come meet the group she works with. You accepted.

She walked with you to the building, not offering a sideways glance. She knew very well you could handle yourself.

“The boys are inside, in the debriefing room.” She brisked past the door, going in and leaving you to follow.