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Amanda King could do little more than allow her usually unwilling
partner to hold her hand and guide her through the darkened house.
She tried to tiptoe quietly, but in high heels that was rather hard
to do.

She was thankful that the electricity had gone out, thanks to a
quickly closing in thunderstorm. They had really needed a diversion
and Mother Nature had come to their rescue.

Her thoughts were interrupted as her partner suddenly stopped, and,
as usual, she rammed right into his backside. Now, it wasn't that
Amanda didn't appreciate the attributes of the mighty Scarecrow. She
was, afterall, a woman and what living breathing woman on the planet
could resist his charms, especially the way he had looked earlier in
the night.

She felt him leave go of her hand and could hear him touching
something in front of them.

"Ah ha," he whispered.

That's when she heard the click of a door being opened and they
slipped quickly like thieves in the night.

It took them a few moments to go round the large house and then down
through the back yard. A few more and they had slipped under the
fence that led to the field behind. Unfortunately, Amanda had heard
a few rips of fabric as they'd both crawled under the fence.

Regretfully she knew that she would be throwing this gown away once,
and if, they made it out of this one.

Once she had stood up on the other side of the fence, Lee spoke,
still in hushed tones, though she was almost positive that they had
not been followed through the house by the bad guys. Yes, she was
almost sure of it because they had most certainly been bad and mean
and they seemed to have a thing for waving their guns around in the
air as a demonstration of their superiority over the two agents who
had once again found their way into the midst of a brewing hotspot of
national intrigue in the charming old mansion in the Virginia
countryside.

"We'll have to make our way out to the highway where the backup team
is parked," he told her as he took her hand and they began walking
away from the still very dark house.

Amanda nodded.

"How far?" she asked.

Lee was about to answer her when the lights flickered on and off a
few times in the house that was slowly getting further and further.
They stayed off for awhile but Lee was already cussing under his
breath.

"Forget walking Amandas. We may not have that much time. If the
electricity comes back on and stays on and they realize that we've
gotten outside,"

She quickly hushed him by putting her fingers on his mouth.

"How far?"

Even as they walked both had an eye on the house behind them. The
lights came on and stayed on.

Lee grabbed her hand and began pulling her away.

"Five miles," he told her as he began pulling her through the high
wet grass as rain drops pelted down upon them.

"Five miles? You want me to run five miles?" she practically shrieked
at him.

There go the shoes too, she lamented as she forced herself to match
pace with his long legs.

This job was really getting to be rather expensive as far as her
wardrobe went. Maybe she could get Lee to talk to Mr. Melrose about
this. Afterall, she'd helped Billy out many times with the expense
reports and she knew what Francine's allowance limit was towards
these sort of things.

Not that she'd ever replace her ruined and tattered clothes by
shopping at the places that the snooty blonde agent did, but still.
It only seemed fair to Amanda.

Amanda groaned as Lee slid on the wet grass and managed to pull her
down onto the now muddy ground beside him.

"How many more miles?" she hissed at him as she tried to pull herself
up.

"Ah," he tried to give her one of those charming grins, but even in
the brief flashes of light from the storm, she could see how
dishelved he was and it just wasn't as effective coming from a man
whose tuxedo shirt was torn and whose hair was plastered around his
face.

"Maybe four and a half?" he asked her.
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