Welcome to the world of Spy vs. Spook/Mann of My Dreams. However, in this alternate reality, things are just slightly different.
The stories in this box set take place ask the simple question what if? What if the WBIS was disbanded and Mark Vincent was recruited by the CIA? What if Kyle Winchester, the hyper WBIS agent, actually turns out to be Mark Vincent’s son? What if Tony and Bryan Sebring, who’ve been raised as biological brothers, turn out to not be related by blood at all? And finally, what if, in spite of the fact that they were adversaries, when Mark is ordered to erase Quinton Mann, he can’t, and what if Quinn still turns to him for help?
Contains the stories:
No One Should Be Alone: When the WBIS is disbanded, Mark Vincent agrees to being recruited by the CIA. Things don’t go well since the Company doesn’t trust him. Quinton Mann is willing to give Mark a chance, but their mission falls apart due to interference. Now Mark wants out, and Quinn can’t blame him, although he doesn’t want the former special agent to leave. Will a drink on Christmas Eve change things for both men?
Family Is What You Make It: Kyle Winchester has grown from an unhappy child to a linguistics genius, wanted by both the CIA and the WBIS, to the point both agencies will do anything to foil the other and get him. Even though the CIA succeeds, Kyle grows disillusioned. Will he turn to the WBIS, and if he does, how will that affect his personal life, as well as his professional one?
Sweetest Taboo: Anthony Sebring II loves his country, but he’s fiercely devoted to his siblings, most especially his little brother. There’s an age difference, though, and then they’re separated by the Second World War. However, there’s a secret about his birth that could destroy everything he loves, and if he doesn’t cut ties with his siblings, this secret will be revealed. Will he be able to keep it hidden?
Nowhere Else to Go: Mark Vincent, who's WBIS, and Quinton Mann, who's CIA, have been adversaries since the day they crossed paths, but in spite of that, they've never tried to kill each other. Someone is unhappy about that and has Quinn attacked. With nowhere else to go, Quinn finds himself at Mark's door. Will the spy help him, or has the spook gone from the frying pan into the fire?
EXCERPT FROM "No One Should Be Alone"
Although it was getting late, the sky was still light, a wash of nimbostratus clouds; according to the weather forecasters, the threat of snow was ominously hovering over this entire portion of the East Coast.
It seemed we were going to have a white Christmas.
The door of my office opened unexpectedly, and I turned my head, an eyebrow raised. I'd given Janet Watson, my personal assistant, the afternoon off, so there was no one to screen my visitors.
"Hey, Quinn." David Brendan Cooper sauntered in, grinning. We had worked together for some years, and had been friends for as long.
"DB. The least you could do is knock," I complained mildly.
"Nah. We've known each other too long. And besides, I may have been hoping to catch you-"
I raised an eyebrow.
"Never mind, you don't chase anyone around your desk."
"I don't."
"Maybe you should."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, not Ms. Cooper or Ms. Raffles." He named two women agents with whom I worked from time to time. I was aware he had a relationship with them, although he didn't know I knew.
"Of course not," I agreed.
"But someone. You need to-"
I frowned at him. "If you're about to say get laid, I will retract my invitation."
"What invitation?" As I'd hoped that intrigued him. "To where?"
"To my mother's for Christmas dinner."
"I haven't been invited."
"And if you persist in saying I should get laid, you won't be."
He took it as a joke and chuckled. "Forget about it."
"I'm more than happy to."
"Cool. Okay, listen, I'm calling it a day. You want to go out and have a drink, maybe grab a bite to eat?"
"I'd like to, but I just finished a late lunch."
He glanced over the papers on my desk. "And there are no doubt a few more reports you need to complete and file."
"Precisely."
"Quinton, Quinton, Quinton. What do they say about all work and no play?"
"I'm quite aware that makes me a dull boy. Nevertheless, these reports do need to be finished. Perhaps another time." I smiled at him. "So what have you been up to?" I could afford to give him a few minutes' conversation.
"Same old, same old, but never mind about me. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. Why would I be anything else?"
"It's your turn to deal with Vincent."
"Yes, he was transferred to my department a few weeks ago." A week before the assignment that resulted in me questioning for the first time the directors for whom I worked, who not only sent me out without a partner but ignored the intelligence I'd uncovered and sent back to Vincent.
"I'm sorry you're stuck with him, Quinn."
"But you're damned glad the last thing the Company wants is Vincent within a hundred yards of your computers?" I tried to keep the conversation light.
"Sorry." DB looked more annoyed than sorry. Cyber security was his department, and if Vincent had been anyone other than who he was, DB would have been salivating to get his hands on the man -- figuratively speaking -- and have Vincent working under him. However, the powers that be had refused the former WBIS agent permission to so much as set foot on the same floor as that department, which I felt might be an act of petty vindictiveness, given the man was a skilled operative, among many other things. Rumor had it he'd been the one who'd wiped the WBIS computers before anyone could access the information they held, although it couldn't be proven.
"Don't be." I brushed back the lock of hair that was forever falling into my eyes. "He's really not that bad, you know."
"Are you shitting me? He's Vincent."
"Well, yes, but --"
"Listen, Quinn. I heard how you tried to be nice to him in the cafeteria once."
"So you're listening to gossip now, David?" He was coming very close to crossing a line with me. He was a friend, yes, but no one ventured into my departmental life. "Officers of the CIA have nothing better to do than pass on rumors?"
