One thing Marcus enjoyed the most about being an Agent for the FBI was, sometimes, he’d be sent to some small town somewhere in Crazy Where-was-it. This time around, he was sorely disappointed to learn he was going to Europe with a Special Agent.

The both were huddled beneath a canopy, rain pattering heavily. The storm came so suddenly they barely had time to grab their umbrellas.

Marcus would rather be drenched and smell like a wet dog than get cozy with someone superior than himself.