Rogue Security’s Best Assets
Dieter Schwarz
How to succeed
in the personal protection business.
A few months later, Dieter was sitting in the extra living room they had set up as a home office and scowling at his operations and projects sheet. Nothing made sense, especially the personal protection assignments.
In the intervening months, Flicka had taken over the logisticsdepartment, including inventory and preparation, and had moved into all areas of operations so Dieter could concentrate on hiring more operators.
He asked, “Flicka,Durchlauchtig?”
She spun in her office chair from the computer where she’d been working. A color-coded spreadsheet looked like a manic dance floor on the monitor. Her pregnant tummy pooched out a bit, and she looked softer and morevoluptuous all over. “Yes,Lieblingwächter?”
Dieter shook his head to concentrate on his work instead of all the dirty things he wanted to do to his pregnant little vixen while she was round and soft and bosomy. “I don’t understand some of these personnel assignments.”
“Like what?” she spun back around and peered at her work.
He came over and stood behind her, nuzzling her ear and inhalingthe sweet, floral scent of her hair. “Why would Eian Summerhays and Aiden Grier be assigned to a personal protection detail? Aiden’s an infiltrator, and he and Eian are bad for each other.”
Flicka cleared her throat or coughed or something.
“What?”
“It was at the client’s request.”
“Who requested them?”
“Kira von Prussia, an old friend of mine, requested them.”
“Did you ask your friendsto hire us?”
“Oh, I didn’t have to. Word got around. Kira wanted guys with specific skills.”
“What skills?”
“Washboard abs and sexy accents.”
“What?”
“Eian has that cute little Irish thing going, and Aiden sounds like he should be wearing a kilt. She has athingabout men in kilts. She read some romance novel about them, and now she wants to go kiss standing stones in Scotland or something.”
“Aiden has a kilt. When he goes drinking, he wears it, in the traditional Scottish fashion.”
“That explains the bonuses Kira keeps giving him,” Flicka muttered. “And how do you know that?”
“Oh, he’ll tell you. And this assignment,” he pointed to a red square on the spreadsheet, “Magnus Jensen and Riordan Kennedy. Those two together make no sense. Riordan is a sniper. He shouldn’t be on closepersonal protection at all.”
“Matched set of tall, dark, and handsome, with blue eyes.”
Dieter stood, aghast. “We can’t assign people like that. It’s unprofessional. People will say that we’re pimping bodyguards out to rich, bored women.”
Flicka snorted. “They’re saying a lot more than that.”
He frowned. “Like what?”
She turned to face him and braced her hands on her hips. “While no one issaying anything about your professionalism or your integrity, my girlfriends think your operators are hot.”
