Undercover Agent Rina !!link!! Info

"Dead," she says. "Pancreatic cancer. Fast."

She changed the subject to vintage car parts. He let it go. Later, she threw up in a bathroom stall and called her handler from a burner phone. "I need extraction protocols." undercover agent rina

She even cries. Real tears, summoned from the memory of her actual grandmother’s funeral. The lieutenant softens. Offers her a cigarette. She doesn’t smoke, but she takes it. "Dead," she says