I know the deal is you get to choose from my top three operatives, but for this mission the logical choice would be Pasha Lenova. You really dont want Stefn.
Polaxs comment sent Bjorns eyes away from the monitor to where Quests slightly overweight, bald commander stood with his hands in his pockets.
And why dont I want her?
What I meant is that each of my agents have a specific talent. Pasha Lenova is our endurance agent. As you say in the U.S., shes as tough as shoe leather. Polax grinned. She can match any man youve got. My personal favorite for a physical mission such as this. But if
youre set on a blonde my second choice would be Casmir Balasi. Shes our actressslash modelbut she wasnt recruited just for her pretty face and amazing body. Her role-playing skills are flawless. As for Q, you can see
Q?
Thats what I call Stefn because shes Quests question mark. Polax looked back to the monitor to all the clothes on the floor in the elevator. As you can see shes a bit scattered at times. But like cream, Q always seems to rise to the top. However, shes not an endurance playerwhich is what youll need for this mission.
Bjorns gaze returned to the monitor. Scattered was a good word for her, he thought. Polaxs cream had turned the elevator into her own private dressing room.
Here at Quest we call Q our candy queen, Polax continued. Shes got a sweet body, and shes not shy when it comes to sharing her sugar to disarm her target. I can assure you that every man who finds himself in Qs bed ends up with one helluva toothache. But then, if my number was up and I had a choice, Id elect to die high on sugar, wouldnt you?
With a hearty laugh, Polax pressed the zoom button on his remote and double-sized Nadja Stefns sweetnessmaking all her treats larger than life.
Without conscious thought, Bjorn fit people into three categories: the doers, the talkers and the assholes. Polax was of the asshole variety. He had an obsession for electronic gadgets, as well as super-sexy female spies.
The wall-size monitors had pulse-sonic sound and a state-of-the-art zoom feature that could find a grain of salt in a sugar bowl. And then there was Polaxs desk chair. The motorized yellow leather contraption was voice sensitive, and had been following him around the room for the past hour like a pet puppy. On the chance he felt like sitting on a seconds notice, all he had to do was plop.
Hed plopped twice since Bjorn and Merrick, his Onyxx commander, had arrived.
Bjorn glanced at his commander. Adolf Merrick was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His attention wasnt on Qs ass or show-stopper legs, however; he was staring directly at Bjornwatching him with an intensity that would have made a lesser man squirm. Bjorn didnt squirm. He didnt even flinch. He turned back to the monitor at the exact moment Polax zeroed in on a chocolate-colored mole on the candy queens inner thigh.
The commander of EURO-Quest more than enjoyed the fringe benefits of his job. Bjorn had come to that conclusion an hour ago when he and Merrick had followed Polax as he paraded through the agency corridors like a sheik with a harem. A sheik with itchy fingershe was now fiddling with the super-sensitive sound control, tuning into Nadjas rapid breathing as she worked quickly to strip off her naughty little red garter belt.
Bjorn raised his eyebrows just as Polax looked over his shoulder.
Whats wrong, Agent Odell? You did ask to examine the candidates. I thought a profile expert such as yourself would accept nothing less than a head-to-toe private audit of what we offer here at Quest.
Bjorn kept his ass on the corner of Polaxs desk as he looked on. It was true he had requested a private viewing of each candidate before they actually met them. As a profiler he didnt base decisions on file stats alone. He considered body language and mannerisms as well as data. He listened to voice tone, verbal communication and motor response. But more importantly, the silent communications that lay hidden under the surface.
Our goal is to impress you with our product. Polax sent his drab green eyes over Bjorns broad shoulders, down his solid chest and athletic long legs. Taking his measure, noting the obvious differences in size and height, and possibly the importance of keeping the bigger man happy, he added, Speaking of impressed, Ive read your profile, Odell. Youre a damn hard man to kill.
You say that as if its a flaw.
On the contrary. I respect any man who can survive seven years in the hot seat. But then, Im not surprised. Only the best are commandeered to join Onyxx. And only a handful of those become rat fighters. Merricks elite are simply the best anywhere. Thats why I feel its important that we select the right partner to complement your consummate skills. My agents are also quite talented. Quest trains only the top two out of every hundred that make it to the evaluation stage. Stefn Polax motioned to the monitor. I interviewed her as a favor to an old friend. I never believed for a minute shed meet my criteria.