Darin Nilsson rappelled down the wall in the rock-climbing gym as Fleur was climbing up to his left. It wasn’t a bad view. Although he’d say that Fleur Dupont didn’t really have any bad views. And he should know; he’d been watching her since his mid-teens.
He hit the ground, unbuckled, and looked around for a run with more challenge. He spied Oliver, stopped halfway to the top, pondering his next hand placement, and moved that direction, even though it would take him out of sight of Fleur— his main reason for being there. He’d never gotten any signals from her, though, that she felt anything for him, so he didn’t want to creep her out by hanging around too close.
Darin and Oliver Nilsson were brothers, although without the shared red hair, you might not guess they were related. Oliver was tall, broad and muscular while Darin was tall and wiry. Oliver wore his hair short, while Darin’s was longer on top. Oliver was capable in a number of different areas while Darin focused on one thing at a time. And right now, his focus was on the accelerated time agent program. His goal was to do so well that he’d be in the running for the next mission.
A mission that would most likely include Fleur.
Francesca reached for a piece of bacon, her baby blue eyes wide. “How can you not want to go to Mars? It’s a two year adventure — the chance of a lifetime! If I was old enough to buy a ticket, I would.”