"Scott Deacon," Nicky offered up her new handler's name so Charlie would know who she was looking for. "I don't know dick about him, but he's the one I've been assigned to since Juliet left." There was this almost defeated tone to her voice now. She was feeling so tired after this experience and probably needed a nap. Some really good comfort food would probably do her good as well. Something really greasy and fried. Might be the last of that she had for a while too. She never knew if or when the orders would be coming, but it would be sometime in the next few months.
"I'll keep that in mind." It was the standard advice everyone gave when someone was being forced to do something they feared. Didn't make it any less true, but it didn't really help either.