The Backup Asset

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Her cell phone chimed, startling her from agitated, restless sleep. She’d been on pins and needles, waiting for the polygraph test result, not very confident she was able to pass, not sure of the consequences of some of the answers she had given.

She picked it up with a groan and checked the new text message responsible for the familiar chime sound.

“Poly passed,” the message read. “Meet the team tomorrow 9.00AM at Naval Station Norfolk — Pier 7, USS Fletcher—Jeremy.”

“Yes!” Alex gave an excited yelp, jumped out of bed, and started dancing around the room. “Yes!”