Jane Noble

The final member of Kit’s security team… Considering the catchphrases for Kit, Winston and Kolya… this team will be fun to write.

First Impressions

Name: Jane Noble
Age: 27 years (Mar. 4)
Occupation: security guard
Summary: cheerful, playful, clever
Culture: She was raised by a single mother in Boston. Her mother did everything she could to improve Jane’s lot in life, wanting her daughter to have more than she had. Jane went to college on a scholarship.


Family: Mother (Anne Noble)
Friends: Will is her best friend
Romance: Caleb Jones is her boyfriend
Things: She has a locket with her mother and father’s pictures in it.


Flaws: sensitive, avoid conflict, easily bored, unfocused
Graces: bold, practical, observant, outgoing
Quirks: extremely forgetful, so she writes everything down
Skills: firearms, self-defense, computer science



Diction: She has something of an accent that betrays her origins. Her speech is easygoing. She is talkative.
Catchphrase: I’m positive! Stop asking!


Body: petite, slender
Skin: fair
Hair: red-brown
Eyes: brown
Face: oval; high cheekbones
Hands: deft, slender fingers
Unique Features: none
Movement: quick, graceful


Fashion Style: casual style
Colors: pastels, bright colors, light patterns
Textures: soft cotton, denim
Clothing: dresses up when necessary, prefers jeans, tank tops, flannel
Accessories: her locket, a handbag
Entertainment: riding, programming
Activities: coding, reading


Leigh Donovan

First Impressions

Name: Leigh Donovan
Age: 37 years (April 6)
Occupation: security guard
Summary: serious, protective, generous
Culture: She grew up in a small town in Alabama. Her mother died when she was young and, as the oldest, she looked after her younger siblings.


Family: father, four younger siblings
Friends: closest to Jonah
Romance: engaged
Things: engagement ring


Flaws: can be insensitive; impatient at times; doesn’t always plan ahead (seizes the moment)
Graces: bold; original; practical; perceptive; sociable
Quirks: can be very impatient with Kolya
Skills: firearms, self-defense, medic training



Diction: Her accent lingers, giving her a relaxed manner of speech, but she uses proper grammar.
Catchphrase: none


Body: tall, full figure
Skin: warm brown
Hair: dark; usually straightened
Eyes: rich brown
Face: oval
Hands: fine, dexterous
Unique Features: none
Movement: quick, decisive; efficient


Fashion Style: sophisticated
Colors: rich jewel tones, warm earth tones
Textures: worsted wool; broadcloth; satin; velvet
Clothing: feminine suits with skirts; long jackets; pumps
Accessories: bold jewelry
Entertainment: reading, watching documentary programs
Activities: writing

Jonah Casey

Another member of Kit’s security team… (two more)

First Impressions

Name: Jonah Carey
Age: 45 years (Sept. 10)
Occupation: security guard
Summary: protective, strong, quiet, spiritual
Culture: He grew up traveling the world and living among many different peoples, because his father was a missionary. It gives him a very worldly view.


Family: parents, younger sister (married with children); married with grown child
Friends: closest to Leigh and Kolya
Romance: married (Rachel)
Things: wedding band


Flaws: sensitive, conflict-averse, can be unfocused and easily bored
Graces: bold, original, practical, observant, people person
Quirks: normally very relaxed, but has a violent temper when provoked
Skills: survival; firearms; self-defense



Diction: quiet voice, relaxed manner of speech
Catchphrase: none


Body: average height, muscular form
Skin: medium complexion
Hair: light brown with some gray
Eyes: gray
Face: square
Hands: strong, muscular
Unique Features: none
Movement: easy, unhurried


Fashion Style: relaxed, casual
Colors: prefers earth tones (blues, greens, browns), some cream and white
Textures: flannels, denims, canvas
Clothing: flannel plaid shirts, khakis and jeans; boots; relaxed, windbreaker type jackets
Accessories: watch, wedding band, belt
Entertainment: theater
Activities: reading, camping, riding

Kolya Belenko

Another member of Kit’s security team…

First Impressions

Name: Nikolai Mikhailovych Belenko
Age: 30 years (Nov. 12)
Occupation: security guard
Summary: quiet, serious, rather formal
Culture: He grew up in Ukraine, following the take over of the country by the Veligradians. He was raised as part of the Program, under Kresnik. As a result, he has difficulty relaxing or making friends.


Family: He was young enough when his family was killed that he barely remembers them.
Friends: His closest friend is Winston
Romance: none, as yet
Things: a chess set that he feels is the only connection to his family (it was his father’s)


Flaws: somewhat arrogant; judgmental; overly analytical; clueless about romance
Graces: quick, imaginative, strategic mind; high self-confidence; hard-working; independent; open-minded
Quirks: overly formal
Skills: firearms, self-defense, chess, music



Diction: speaks in a crisp, soft voice, rather formalized in vocabulary choice
Catchphrase: Are you certain about that? (Doubters, the lot of them.)


Body: slight, slender build
Skin: medium complexion
Hair: very dark brown; parted at left side
Eyes: brown
Face: oblong; expressive brows
Hands: delicate
Unique Features: scar across chest
Movement: quick and efficient


Fashion Style: business
Colors: favors darker colors (navy, black); jewel tones in waistcoats
Textures: broadcloth shirt, worsted wool suits
Clothing: dress shirts; waistcoats; sports coats; neckties; trousers; oxfords or wingtips
Accessories: cufflinks, tie tack, watch
Entertainment: music, reading
Activities: plays chess, reads

Winston Jeffries

Another member of Kit’s security team

First Impressions

Name: Winston Jeffries
Age: 28 years (May 5)
Occupation: security guard
Summary: quiet, introspective, playful
Culture: He grew up in Texas, being raised by a single mother. He was not a very good student and joined the military directly after graduation, where he excelled.


Family: Mother (Monica Jeffries)
Friends: He is closest to Kit and Kolya
Romance: none currently
Things: his harmonica


Flaws: intensely private, perfectionist, sensitive
Graces: creative, insightful, determined and passionate, altruistic
Quirks: plays tunelessly on his harmonica when thinking
Skills: self-defense, firearms, sharp-shooter



Diction: Soft-spoken, laconic manner of speaking; very relaxed; uses idioms often
Catchphrase: You sure ‘bout that? (Yes… the same as Kit’s catchphrase)


Body: medium frame; muscular
Skin: medium fair
Hair: light brown
Eyes: dark blue
Face: oblong
Hands: strong, but small
Unique Features: light beard and mustache
Movement: easy-going, relaxed


Fashion Style: casual
Colors: warm, dark colors
Textures: soft cotton, denim
Clothing: dresses up when necessary; prefers tee shirts and jeans
Accessories: old leather jacket
Entertainment: riding, reading
Activities: music

William Abrams

A member of Kit’s security team…

First Impressions

Name: William Abrams
Age: 34 years (April 8)
Occupation: security guard
Summary: cheerful, energetic, gregarious
Culture: He grew up in Texas and has a big sort of personality to match. He’s rather like an over-grown puppy at times.


Family: Ma; younger sisters
Friends: Teammates (particularly Kit)
Romance: has a new girlfriend every week
Things: his old pickup truck


Flaws: somewhat impractical, easily distracted, easily stressed, tendency to overthink things
Graces: curious, observant, excellent communicator; knows how to relax
Quirks: chafes when he’s being told what to do (very independent)
Skills: defensive driving, self-defense, firearms training



Diction: loud, boisterous; relaxed manner of speaking
Catchphrase: none


Body: Tall, broad-shouldered; muscular
Skin: medium tan
Hair: dark hair
Eyes: vibrant blue
Face: blocky, angular
Hands: large, strong
Unique Features: scar across shoulder
Movement: confident, almost cocky


Fashion Style: casual
Colors: prefers jewel tones and bright colors (particularly blue, red, green); plaids
Textures: cotton, denim
Clothing: casual button-up shirts, jeans, boots
Accessories: black leather jacket
Entertainment: bar-hopping
Activities: watching movies; going out with friends

Kit McMillan

I’m working on minor characters from my 2017 NaNo, in preparation for editing the story later this year.

First Impressions

Name: Christopher “Kit” McMillan
Age: 36 years (May 4)
Occupation: security guard
Summary: quiet, intense, serious
Culture: He was born in the Midwest, in farm country. He prefers the wide open spaces to the city, which he finds loud and crowded.


Family: Parents (Pa and Ma); younger brother; son (Brian, 8 yrs old)
Friends: the members of his team; Leon
Romance: his wife, Amanda
Things: old pocket watch that belonged to his grandfather


Flaws: sensitive, extremely private, perfectionistic
Graces: creative, insightful, inspiring, decisive, passionate, altruistic
Quirks: he’s personable, but prefers to be alone at times
Skills: self-defense, firearms training



Diction: no detectable accent; quiet, crisp tones, very soft voice
Catchphrase: You sure about that?


Body: lean, muscular
Skin: lightly tanned
Hair: dark blond
Eyes: gray
Face: oval; freckled
Hands: large, muscular
Unique Features: none
Movement: careful, but easy; cat-like


Fashion Style: casual
Colors: favors cool colors (blue, green, gray) and browns
Textures: soft cottons, denims, leather
Clothing: button-up shirts, vests, jeans, boots; no tie
Accessories: wedding band; pocket watch
Entertainment: wood carving
Activities: riding, jogging

Arguing Semantics – Part 3

The final part of the story…


“Well done, boys,” Nate said once they were settled in her office. She touched the micro-transmitter that was on her desk. “We’ll get this down to the Section Eight folks in Washington. If it does what they suspect, they’ll be able to locate the base this cell is working out of.”

Andy heaved a sigh of relief as he smoothed his hand through Mariya’s fur. “It wasn’t easy,” he told her. His brows furrowed. “You’ve got our reports?”

Nodding, Nate said, “The lab techs assure me that it won’t matter if they pack up and move.” She leaned forward to look into his eyes. “You did well, Andy Capp. Just accept the compliment.”

Andy blinked. “Andy Capp?” he repeated, when Nate smiled, he gave Leon a flat-eyed glare. “Does this mean everyone is going to be calling me that ridiculous nickname?”

Leon chuckled and shrugged. “It suits you so well, partner mine,” he said, his tone light and teasing. Then, he moved to his feet, hesitating while Andy followed suit. He arched his brows at Nate, who shrugged. Then, they headed out of her office.

As they were heading down the corridor towards their own office, Andy said, “What was that look for?”

“I was wondering if she was going to scold you for disobeying my order out there,” he murmured. When Andy looked up at him in surprise, he rolled his eyes. “I told you to get out of there.”

“You said to take off, if you were spotted,” Andy said, nodding. He smirked and shook his head. “I followed that order to the letter, Lyova. I took off and got into the car and then… I came back and picked you up – to prevent your capture and possible torture or murder by enemy agents.”

Leon chuckled again and shook his head. “Are you saying that I should have ordered you to leave me behind?” he said.

“If that was truly what you wanted,” Andy said, nodding. He strode into their office and headed over to his desk. After settling Mariya on her pillow, he settled down at his computer. In moments, his fingers were moving over the keys in a rapid, steady rhythm.

“Already getting to your writing for the day?” Leon asked, as he turned on his own computer.

Andy rolled his eyes. “I’m sending a message to my cousin, asking him about the micro-transmitter. Are they really going to be able to track down the cell, even if they pack up shop?”

Leon scowled at him and then asked, “What’s he say?”

Glancing over at Leon, Andy smiled tightly. “All past experience says they will be able to do so,” he said, nodding. He heaved a sigh and then got to work on the story he was editing. It was a children’s book with his dog and Leon’s cat as the main characters.

“Next time,” Leon said, his voice soft. “Leave me behind, Andy. I don’t want you killed because of me.”

“Neither do I,” Andy said, looking over at his partner. He smiled faintly and then shook his head. “I’ve the same training as you, Leon. Stop trying to protect me. I can take care of myself.”

For a moment, Leon looked as though he was going to argue, but Andy cut him off. “Partners watch out for each other. That’s not the same as you keeping me from danger.”

“Right,” Leon said, ducking his head.

Arguing Semantics – Part 2

The second part of the story…


Leon was more than a little nervous as they made their way back to their vehicle. There were so many things that could go wrong. All it would take was one of the ACRE agents spotting them and it would be all over. With the news that she was having them look into Leon, that made it all the more likely they were actively looking for them by now.

“Listen,” he breathed, as they strode across the parking lot towards the car, “if they spot me, you take off.”

Andy glanced back at him with a scowl. “You can’t honestly believe I would leave you,” he said, shaking his head.

Grimacing, Leon said, “If it comes down to that, Andy Capp, you need to get that micro-transmitter to Nate.”

Andy bit his lip and turned away, quickening his pace. “I won’t like it, Lyova,” he breathed. “Hopefully, it won’t come to that.”

Leon heaved a sigh and glanced back. His eyes widened when he spotted two of the goons he’d spotted hovering around the local leader. “No such luck,” he said, turning back to Andy. “Go,” he snapped. “I’ll hold them off.”

Andy said something unkind in Veligradian, but he took off for the car at a run. Meanwhile, Leon spun around, drawing his sidearm. He ducked behind a nearby car as he fired off two sleep darts. The enemy agents dodged to either side and returned fire. Of course, their guns fired bullets, so glass shattered around Leon.

He heard the squealing of tires and he knew that Andy, at least, had gotten away. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a car flew up beside him and Andy yelled, “Get in the car, Leon!”

“Andy?” he rasped, but he didn’t hesitate. Instead, he dove into the backseat and tugged the door closed as Andy floored the gas pedal. There was another squealing of tires as Andy took off away from the scene.

Heaving a sigh, Leon sat up and hastily buckled his seat belt. “I told you to get out of there,” he snapped.

“You’re welcome,” Andy said, his voice strained. He glanced in the rear-view mirror, catching Leon’s gaze. “I told you that I wouldn’t like to leave you behind, Lyova. I meant it.”

“I wonder which is going to get you killed faster: your loyalty or your stubbornness,” Leon said. He glanced back and was relieved to see that no one was following them. Relaxing back into the seat, he ruffled his hand through his hair. “Thanks for picking me up,” he breathed.

Andy heaved a sigh and nodded. After a moment of silence, he began chuckling. It was a thin, almost hysterical sound. “Did you see the looks on their faces?” he asked, tears in his eyes. He shook his head. “I don’t suppose you did, but… it was classic, Lyova! They were completely caught off-guard by what I did.”

“One thing I’ve learned working with you, Andy Capp,” Leon said, chuckling softly. “Expect the unexpected.”

Arguing Semantics – Part 1

Another short piece featuring Andy and Leon…


“The first thing we need to do is get into her room, to check the safe for the micro-transmitter,” Andy said, his voice soft. “To do that, we need to make certain she doesn’t return while we’re searching.”

“I’ll distract her,” Leon said, his gaze going to the woman. He smiled as he turned back to Andy. “You can break in and find the safe. It should be easy enough.”

Andy frowned. “Why don’t I distract her, while you get the micro-transmitter?” he asked, shaking his head briskly. He refused to admit that he was jealous. That wasn’t the reason he didn’t want Leon to handle the distraction of the woman.

“You’re a thief,” Leon said, his tone reasonable. He shrugged. “You know how to get in and get out quickly and without leaving any sign that you’ve been there.”

“I’m not a thief,” Andy said, rolling his eyes. “I’m an acquisitions agent.”

Leon smirked. “The difference is…”

“Thieves steal things for fun and profit,” Andy said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I steal things when it’s necessary for my job. I’m not a thief. I’m just really good at acquiring things that aren’t mine.”

Chuckling, Leon said, “I’m very good at distracting beautiful women. Let’s play to our strengths. Shall we?”

“Fine,” Andy said, heaving a sigh. He pushed away from the wall, heading for the stairs. Before he got out earshot, he added, “Watch for me to return.”

“You got it,” Leon breathed.

Without looking back, Andy headed up the stairs from the lobby. He used the elevator to go the floor where his own room was. Then, he used the fire stairs to go down to the floor where the woman from ACRE was staying. He chewed his lip as he headed to her room. It was directly below their own, which made it easy enough to find. It also gave him a pat excuse if someone caught him on the way in: he had simply gotten the floor confused.

He made it into the room without difficulty. The hotel used keycards, but OWL technology made it easy enough to bypass that. He eased the door closed in his wake and scanned the darkened hotel room, searching for the hidden safe.

He started by checking behind the pictures in the room. He almost laughed when he found it behind a print of a vase of flowers on a table. Setting the print on the floor, he put his ear to the door. He was glad that the safe, at least, was the old-fashioned sort. That made cracking it a simple matter of listening to the tumblers.

He eased the door opened and grabbed the micro-transmitter. It looked exactly like the picture that Nate had shown them. Tucking it into his jacket, he closed the door and turned the dial back to zero. He was just replacing the print when he heard the door to the room click.

Tensing, Andy hurried to the window. In a heartbeat, he was on the ledge and edging away from it, just before the person entered.

“Find out who that man was,” their target snapped at someone. “I don’t like how friendly he suddenly was towards me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” a low voice replied.

Andy glanced up towards the floor above and back at the window he’d just come out. He didn’t hesitate another moment before he climbed up from the window ledge towards the next floor. He grabbed the window ledge for his own room and then gasped when someone grabbed his wrists.

“Sorry,” Leon said, his voice faint. He peered over the window ledge. “I couldn’t keep her downstairs any longer without arousing her suspicion.”

“Turns out, you aroused her suspicion anyway,” Andy said, as he let Leon help him climb up onto the ledge. Then, he swung into the room and set his feet on the floor. “I’ve got it. Might I suggest we leave before she realizes who we are?”

“Good idea,” Leon agreed.

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