I shifted my weight and she swung the gun and pointed it at me. Her eyes were cold and hard.

“Rashida, you don’t want to shoot me, so point the gun away…”

“Don’t I,” she interupted.

I took my eyes off the gun barrel that was pointed at my waist and tried to concentrate on her beautiful brown eyes.

“We still might be able to stop the attack. The muslim brotherhood plans on killing hundreds of thousands of people using nerve gas. There might be a clue to where they…” Her gun stayed trained on me and a smile came to her lips.

“You assume an awful lot, John,” she said.

The silence between us only lasted a moment, but in that moment I saw things in a new light.

“Who are you working for,” I asked slowly.

“Can’t you guess,” was her reply.