The spar had turned down a rather interesting avenue involving Raidou shoving him up against a wall and kissing him, when a sound intruded on Genma's dream. Three sharp raps, knuckles on wood, echoed in his room, jolting him awake. Not Raidou, because Raidou wouldn't bother to knock. Not Kaito, who would have knocked much more hesitantly, in case Genma was sleeping. Not Ginta, who would have come in through the window, or Haruichi, who would have pounded on the door with the flat of his hand.

If it was someone from Intel about that damn mission report, Genma was going to have to choke them. And if it was someone with a new mission assignment already, it had better be one he wasn't expected to leave on for at least three days. Groaning and stiff, he got himself out of bed, shivered at the cold on his bare feet, and padded to the door.

The woman standing on the other side was in civvies--very well-cut civvies. She had on a classy purple and white kimono-style top that hinted at a fabulous figure underneath, like a gift-wrapped present. Slim-fitting, dark jeans. Heels... Even if she was Intel, he'd have to re-evaluate his plans about choking her.

"Hi." He smiled, blinking sleep out of his eyes. "You looking for someone?"