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Venus looked like a cat stalking her prey. Every step was placed carefully and firmly, her body moving through the air with a dangerous grace. She stared straight ahead, fingers carefully wrapped around the papers she had printed in the archives.
She looked like she was about to kill somebody.
Walking into Jack's office without knocking, she stood in the doorway. "I'm going to Cleveland to determine who is stealing my drug and your trainer is going to Cleveland to get himself killed."
As far as she was concerned, her job was done, but she didn't immediately leave.
She stops at the door, one hand braced against the frame. There was a slight shaking to her entire body, then, and she was glad Jack couldn't see her face.
He was going to avenge his child. Who could convince him not to?
Her head lowered, gaze on the floor. The behavior was extremely abnormal for the spy, and knowing she was exposing a weakness made it even worse for her.
She curled her fingers around the frame. "Then what?" She asked. "What do I do?"
"And what do I say? Hmm?" She asked, whipping around to face him once more. She was shaking, then, and the look on her face was... fear.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mat. I don't want you to go after your daughter's killer because you'll end up dying and I'm a greedy bitch that doesn't want to see you die?"
Though her anger wasn't at Jack, he was getting the brunt of it. But it was... different. A very different kind of anger.
"He would be fine dying," she said softly, still shaking.
She moved back to his desk but managed not to stab anything. Or hit anything.
"He would even say so. That he's fine dying. Or give me some arrogant speech about how he won't die, he'll be just fine."
A swallow, an attempt to regain control and keep the tears from her eyes. "Isn't it greed to tell someone that you don't want them to die when they'd be perfectly fine doing so?"