“You need to wear this every time you go out on a job,” I stared at the radio Ty handed me with wide eyes. I’d seen them sat on the charging unit in the office but I hadn’t used one before.
“I have to wear it?” I hadn’t had to wear one when I went out with Ty or Kitty.
“Yeah, don’t matter who you’re with, you need to have it on.” He turned, started to walk out of the office but stopped.
“Come on.” He waved his hand in the air.
“I didn’t have to wear one before,” I said to his back as I followed him through the warehouse.
“It’s different now.” He looked over his shoulder at me “Your part of the team.”
He pressed his hand against the palm reader to the safe, a light flashing behind his hand followed by a soft click that echoed throughout the empty warehouse.
“We’ll need to get your hand scanned and put into the system,” he said as he pulled the door open.
“O-o-kay,” I stuttered.
I came in early this morning, knowing today was the first day that I was officially going out on surveillance. I’d been nervous all night and I hadn’t slept at all. I’d gone to bed early but all I did was toss and turn.
It was different when I went out on surveillance before, I was just there as an extra. Now I had to be able to do it properly, it made me sick to my stomach to think that I wouldn’t do a good enough job.
That I’d let Ty down.
I hadn’t known what to wear this morning. I’d gone back and forth so many times that I’d decided to bring normal office clothes in with me. In the end I’d pulled on my black skinny jeans, chucks and a white vest top.
I’d told Ty this when he walked into the office a couple of minutes ago and he had laughed, full on throw your head back laughter. He’d told me that I could wear pajamas to work in the office and he wouldn’t be bothered as long as the work got done.
His eyes flashed when he looked me up and down, so I’d say he liked the skinny jeans. I’d pretended not to notice and looked through my bag.
Ty pulled open the door and stepped inside. I stood and watched as he bought things out and placed them onto the meeting table. After three trips, he closed the door and scanned his hand on the palm reader again. Two beeps signaled that it was locked.
I followed him to the table and stood, eyes wide at all of the items he had set down.
“Put this on first.” He handed me a black t-shirt. I opened the plastic wrap and pulled it over my head. It was the same that they all wore, black with ‘MAC SECURITY’ written on the front. Evan was the only one who didn’t wear them, instead he wore bright colored t-shirts with slogans on the front.
But he rarely left his computer so it didn’t matter.
“You’ll put everything on this belt.” He handed over a black leather belt, several pockets hanging off it and small flaps that had press studs on them.
I pulled it open and wrapped it around my waist.
“No,” he said and moved forward. “Like this.”
I sucked in a breath as he took the belt from me and bent down, his face level with my- “You need to have it at the right height.”
His long fingers grazed along my stomach, the two layers of fabric didn’t stop the shiver that rolled through me.
“So that you can grab things easily.” He pulled it tight, fastened it together and looked up at me.
It was only then that he realized where his hands were. He glanced at his hands then back up. My heart hammered when I heard his sharp intake of breath.
His brows furrowed as he stood up and moved back a couple of steps. I couldn’t move as I watched him pull his beanie hat off his head and rake his hand through his hair.
I’d noticed that he’d only do that when he was stressed.
“What was I-” He pulled his hat back on and picked up another item off the table.
“You need a flashlight…baton…spray.” He picked them up and turned to me.