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twitching as an inner battle sounded through his synapses. 
     
    “Yay on retaliation.  As for who first...”  Newb shook his head, as if trying to release his head of a painful parasite.  He licked his lips, eyebrows furrowing, and anger flickered in his eyes as he brought his gaze back to his boss.  Newb's voice took on a hard edge, a purposeful tone, as he said, “Grave Demons.  They got the connections.”
     
    Bishop edged closer, laying a heavy hand on the young man's shoulder.  “Thanks, Newb.”
     
    “No problem, boss.”  Newb cocked a crooked smile, and Bishop shifted uneasily.  His mind flickered back to Stella, his eyes involuntarily flickering to the door.  Vaguely, he wondered how she was doing, and where she was going.  Had there been any breaks?  Was she mentally as put together as her outfit?  With two gangs and a drug cartel, how safe would Stella genuinely be throughout the whole thing?
     
    Newb's head listed to the side, his beam shifting to a slight grin.  “You could catch up to her if you want.”
     
    “What?”  Bishop's eyes tore away from the door.  Newb's sudden words, coupled with his surprising observation, sent an unhappy clench to Bishop's gut.  Even the newest member, the member who knew him the shortest amount of time, could see his thoughts plainly on his face.  What was happening to him?
     
    “Agent Holmes.  She'll be heading back to the department,” Newb said softly.  The young man suddenly feared he had spoken out of turn on an issue that was none of his business.  His gaze fell to his hands resting in his lap, but he forced the words out, a little louder than he meant, “You could catch up with her.”
     
    Bishop managed to press a smile to his lips.  His brain couldn’thelp but revolve around the issue of the FBI an d— more importantl y— what would happen if Stella was mixed into the clubs' fray.  A forced, strained chuckle fell from his lips as he muttered, “Nah, that's old pussy.”
     
    “It's fine.  I need some shut-eye, anyway.”  Apparently, Newb wasn't having any of his boss's evasion. 
     
    Bishop stared at Newb for a beat.  He vaguely wondered how he had managed to get such a group of brothers together.  Then, he mused about Newb's newly found assertive nature.  The kid would live up to Bulletproof, alright.  Bishop squeezed Newb's shoulder, almost forgetting his hand was resting on the young man's shoulder.  Quietly, Bishop grunted, “Heal up, all right?  We miss you at the clubhouse.”
     
    “Yeah, I bet that place is pig sty without me.”  Newb grinned broadly, as Bishop's hand slipped away.  Bishop didn't reply as he headed out the room, leaving Newb to himself.  Newb stared after his boss's back, a subtle grin twitching across his expression.  Finally, when Bishop boarded an elevator and disappeared from sight, Newb slid down in his bed.  But, even when he clenched his eyes shut to submit to slumber, a faint worry teased at his thoughts.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    The atmosphere in the meeting room was energetic and hopeful, but thinly veiled under stoic professionalism.  Stella's heart thrummed in her chest from excitement, and deep down, she knew part of it was thanks to seeing Bishop again.  She didn't dwell on that fact.  Instead, she glanced around the new operations room.
     
    She and Stan had neglected the fact that some officers were visual learners.  Agent Grant, in her time without her supervising officer, had done a beautiful job setting up the walls.  Photographs and mugshots of various criminals adorned the walls; some were from biker gangs, others arrested on dealing drugs, and a few were known connections to drug cartels in South America.
     
    The Seven Tribesmen, the Devil Spikes, and the Grave Demons glared down at Stella from one wall.  She had inspected those mugshots very carefully, not wanting to be surprised by any attempted abductions again. 
     
    Agent Grant had taken the liberty to