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It wasn't so much that 00-agents knew how to pack at a moment's notice, Alec thought, as that they never really unpacked.
He has an overnight bag ready to go, sitting on the floor of his closet. Suits for all occasions fill his garment bag. And of course, his 9mm is kept cleaned and ready.
Sometimes he feels like a stranger in his luxurious apartment, the country he defends, his own life.
In the field, behind enemy lines, is the only place he really feels at home. When he and James are in hostile territory together, the world makes sense.