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just got knocked out.”
    “Come on. We have to get outta here.”
    He winced, dragging a hand through his hair. “Thanks for not leaving me locked in here.”
    Standing at the bars, she looked around. “I guess we’re in the same boat.”
    “Why do you say that?”
    “I woke up here too an’ I would hate it if someone just left me locked in a cell to die.”
    He stood much taller as six-foot-four towered over her five-foot-seven, before turning, smiling softly at her. “Yeah, but the difference is,” the smile was gone, taking on a darker, evil expression; glaring at her. “I’m not bitten.”
    There wasn’t time to think, much less react. He hit her so hard; her legs flew out, sending her flying through the cell and into the concrete wall, bouncing off to hit the floor. He quickly exited, pulling the door closed, backing away, watching her.
    At first she laid where she dropped with her head lifted up off the ground like a drunk who slipped off the barstool. That was the second time her head damn near went through the wall. She felt another egg growing in the back, giving rival to the one in front. Slowly, she sat up, pushing herself to the wall to rest against it. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she glanced up at him. They say the skull is made of unbreakable bone, but that was the second time in one night someone used her as a battering ram.
    Slowly she picked herself off the ground, still using the wall as a brace as she glared at him through half-closed lids. “What the fuck was ‘at for?” She didn’t move, just glared, but if looks could kill. “Other ‘an givin’ me a concussion.”
    “Safety measures.”
    Her hands, flat against the wall, pushed her to a standing position, struggling not to stagger and fall back. “What the fuck, dude? Let me guess. You were arrested for bein’ an asshole.” Feet shuffled as she slowly made her way to the door. Gripping it, she shook the bars. “You’ve had your fun. Now, open the fuckin’ door.”
    “No can do. It’s a precaution until I know which way you’re going.”
    “Which way I’m goin’? Obviously I’m not goin’ a fuckin’ place locked in here!” He walked over to the desk, not answering her. “I killed the cop, came in here an’ saved you, an’ this is how ya show your thanks? Ya lock me up?”
    “Yep.”
    “What the fuck kinda justice is ‘at?” She screamed, rattling the bars again.
    “Trust me. You’re safer in there than you are out here.”
    “Trust you? I just saved your ass an’ ya threw me against the wall an’ locked me up!” She sat back down on the bench, still glaring at him. “Trust is the last thing I feel for you.”
    “Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad.”
    “It is bad.”
    He opened the drawer, dropping the keys inside, before closing it again. “Once the coast is clear, I’ll be back.” Grabbing the gun off the top of the desk, he headed for the door.
    “Wait. What? You can’t leave me here!”
    “Trust me. I’ll be back.”
    “Oh, that fills me with such comfort.” She rolled her eyes. “Have ya seen what’s goin’ on out there?”
    “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”
    “I’m not worried about your stupid ass. I’m worried about me! What if ya don’t come back? What the fuck happens to me?”
    He smirked. “I’ll be back.”
    “Asshole! Get back here an’ let me out!” He disappeared out the door. “You better hope I don’t get outta here. You are dead. Do ya hear me? Dead!” She grunted, lying down on the bench. “Man I could use a fuckin’ beer!”
     
    Three
    Vince Moore came from a long line of men in the service. They believed it was their civic duty, as well as the human responsibility to keep the country safe from all harm. That was the reason he chose this division. It was like the Men in Black , only no one forced him to wear a suit.
    His brown hair cropped Army-style short, caused blue eyes to stand out. Buff, cut; he had the perfect male body