Kelly stepped out of the Stealth and took off her helmet. Her blonde hair contoured her face (a lioness) and protected her from the wind. She knew that Gabriel had died years ago. She smiled.
She sat down.
The Information specialist gave her report:
"Trisha is currently teaching at Yale. We think she has completely lost her sanity. Gabriel is dead. Robert Trousseau is dead. We've lost two of our central moles."
She was the best now. She was sorry for these deaths and she had dearly loved Gabriel, but that was life.
"Kelly, we need to work very closely with Britain now."
That night, she walked into a bar. All eyes were on her kaleidoscope blue eyes. She recognized a face. It was Gabriel.
"Do you believe in angels?"
Gabriel looked like he was in his twenties.
"I'm a Protestant."
"And what may I ask are you PROTESTING against?"
"I love you."
He kissed her and everythiing disappeared around them.