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Cole walked into the room behind Hunter. He spotted a chair in the corner and fell back into it, crossing his arms across his chest and watching the other two silently. The kid was trying it on, he could see it in her body language, to Cole it seemed a little desperate, but he wasn't so sure that Hunter would see it the same way.
"Hunter, make it snappy, I wanna catch Wheel of Fortune," he grumbled. He took another swig of vodka and fell silent again. But, God damn it, she did look so much like Claire. He cleared his throat.

As he watched Hunter and Westlyn talking, he wondered what was so special about this girl that Hunter would be following her round like a lovesick puppy dog, risking his career for her. He wondered whether they'd try to convince her to become an agent. Surely a leech would be too valuable an asset to pass up. Cole reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigar which caused Myra to bustle him out of the room and into the elevator.
"Drinking was bad enough, now you want to smoke around a girl who could hardly breathe five minutes ago?! Get out!" She cried at him. He stepped into the elevator, turning his back to the doors and rolling his eyes. He still didn't have a light for his cigar, but he had an idea of where he could get one, the night shift down in the cage area. The guards usually played a pretty good round of Texas Hold 'Em down there in the evenings. Cole laughed, maybe he'd join them, see if he couldn't rustle up the funds to fix his automobile. He pressed the button for the holding facility and folded his arms across his chest as the elevator descended.