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Peter eyes her suspiciously. She doesn’t look like a spy, although he supposes that’s the point. “You’re Lauren Reynolds?”
Emily shrugs, waiting for the call that will have his eyes widening and his breath quickening. “Today.”
They dance in the interrogation room for three hours before the call comes. Peter watches Lauren fade away as they work, although he’s not sure who takes her place under this calm stranger’s face. Lauren dies as Emily walks out the door, smiling at him like they’re sharing a joke between two close friends.
Peter’s pretty sure he wont see either of them ever again.