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"Normal," Juliano repeated in that impassive tone of his. The one that could be good or bad. Or neither.

Then he fell silent. Maybe he was waiting for her to add something. It was hard to tell with Juliano.

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Yurika scowled and swatted at Romeo one-handed. Not Funny.

"As normal as anything on this island ever is," Yurika agreed. "Did you have a questions about a particular section of my report, sir?" Maybe if she could prod old Colegui to the point, she could get her suffering over with.

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"Do you feel that your performance has been compromised by being someone else for a weekend?" Juliano asked. It wouldn't do, after all, for his double agent to forget who she was.

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As they talked, Romeo, bored, started rubbing her back lightly, dodging her swatting fingers with a smirk.

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That was mildly more acceptable than tickling, so Yurika left off trying to hit him so she could focus completely on Juliano.

"No sir," she answered truthfully. "I sadly have a better understanding of the type of daughter my father wanted, but at least she was a nice kid, and it might be useful later."

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"Very good, then."

"And is there anything you need from SOLOMON? Equipment or support?" Someone to take care of that Romeo boy?

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As if psychic and taking a cue, that Romeo boy started curving his backrub around to the front of her body, one palm cupping each breast.

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If she wasn't afraid he'd howl in protest and give them both away, Yurika would be gifting him with an elbow to the ribs right about now.

Instead, she contented herself with turning her head just enough to mouth 'stop that' at him, even as she was grinning.

"More ammunition for my firearm would not be remiss, sir. I've been spending more time out at the range to improve my accuracy, and buying it on the island might not be the wisest course of action," Yurika replied, trying to keep her tone all-business. Stop. That. Montague. Now. "Everything else is under control."

Or not, but he didn't need to know that.

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Romeo Stopped.

Technically.

Leaving his fingers exactly where they were was stopping, right? He bit his lip to stifle his laughter.

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"Ammunition," Juliano confirmed. "Nothing else." He might have sounded doubtful, but that was always hard to tell with him.

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She was going to kill him. Both hims. As soon as she found her clothes and a blunt-force weapon.

"No sir, nothing else," Yurika said firmly, giving into temptation enough to poke at Romeo's leg. Hard. "Was there anything else you needed from me? If not, sir, I have studying to do for Garrett-sensei's class, and I'd like to wash the gunpowder out of my hair from club."

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"Then I shall keep you no longer, my child." If one didn't know better, it might sound like Juliano was smiling slightly when he spoke again. "And give my regards to that young man Romeo for me. When next you see him."

And then the line clicked dead.

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Yurika scowled at the phone before snapping it shut and tossing it back in the direction of their clothes.

"I'm supposed to give you his regards," she muttered, covering her face with her hands. "So, so busted."

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"You think he heard me?" Romeo asked, blinking. "It will be fine, love. He must know I see you sometimes. But I was quiet."

Poor, dumb Romeo.

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"You were quiet," Yurika agreed, "but if he was listening closely, it's hard to mistake the sound of two people breathing."

"Especially when one is trying to feel up the other one." Yurika uncovered her eyes enough to glare at him. "Brat."

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"I was trying to make you smile!" Romeo protested, but he was still smiling. If she were really angry, she would have used a worse word than brat. "You could have taken the call to your room if you'd really wanted rid of me."

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"I was naked!" Yurika protested. "He would have heard if I tried to get dressed, and I am not doing the Dash of Shame wrapped in your sheet. Besides, Jen might have been home."

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"And Jen's seen both of us too close to naked too often for you to do that," Romeo had to admit. "You could have said you were on your way to the bathroom and had to call back."

He ... possibly could have taken this more seriously.

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Yurika stared at him.

"That's not an answer," she said finally. "Unless there's an actual emergency, putting Father Juliano on hold is not something I can do. This comes first, before any personal inconvenience like going to the bathroom."

Or getting laid.

Yurika groaned and fell back onto the pillows. "At least he can't prove anything. Hopefully. He's just messing with my head."

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Romeo went more serious and laid down next to her, his hand on her for comfort, now, not to seduce. "He is," he agreed. "You're too smart, though. You know what he's doing. And anyhow, is it so bad if he knows I'm with you?"

He was having a hard time with that part.

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"And we're back to the part where you're a distraction, and Juliano doesn't want his prize race horse distracted before the finish line," Yurika replied quietly. "He was criticizing the short length of my report, and asking if I was 'compromised' and if I 'needed anything.'"

"That's a polite way of asking if he needs to get rid of you."

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Romeo stiffened. "Would he have me killed?"

It wasn't a happy subject, no matter how bold you were.

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"There's other ways to go about it." Yurika closed her eyes, going through different scenarios in her head. "There's a few that come to mind, but he could visit your father under the guise of being my family's priest, and suggest he remove you from school. That our relationship is perhaps going somewhere your family might not want."

Yurika was sure Ted Montague liked her just fine - as Romeo's girlfriend. She doubted he was too keen for a new daughter-in-law quite so soon.

"That would probably be the first option. The second would be that he could simply remove me from the school, and have me start the mission early. Have it put about that I got expelled, again, and no one at home would be surprised. I'd finish the year at a Tokyo school, while working part-time at the STN-J before full insertion."

She licked her lips, mouth suddenly dry. "If neither of those were feasible, then an unfortunate accident might occur."

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Romeo nodded in grim understanding, and looked at the sheets and the strewn clothes. "Would you forgive me if I said none of that put me in the mood to -- well, to continue on our path?"

The flesh was willing, in Romeo's case, but the spirit was weak.

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