He needed, he knew, to put Kitt out of his mind. If it was obvious just who he was, then eventually, they'd ask, and--
"Let me put it this way," Mike said quietly, his voice a little dark. "I've already met a SHIELD agent who tried to take him, so excuse me if I don't exactly believe you. Unfortunately, you're probably right about the surgery part."
He heaved a sigh and took a few steps toward her, extending his hand. Even in the dim light, the Army Rangers tattoo on his forearm was visible, sitting just beneath his elbow as it was. "So how about we call a temporary truce. Whatever SHIELD crap I hear from you, I won't tell. Whatever FLAG crap you hear from me, you won't tell."
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"Let me put it this way," Mike said quietly, his voice a little dark. "I've already met a SHIELD agent who tried to take him, so excuse me if I don't exactly believe you. Unfortunately, you're probably right about the surgery part."
He heaved a sigh and took a few steps toward her, extending his hand. Even in the dim light, the Army Rangers tattoo on his forearm was visible, sitting just beneath his elbow as it was. "So how about we call a temporary truce. Whatever SHIELD crap I hear from you, I won't tell. Whatever FLAG crap you hear from me, you won't tell."