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Youngstown.
    Blakely was only half listening.
    He was distracted by the girl.
    Her hair was soaked and hung limp around her drooping head, and her entire body was covered in blood spatters. Before she’d died someone had put out cigarettes on both her pre-pubescent nipples, then continued putting out cigarettes across her belly. The burns formed a curved line that taken in tandem with the nipple burns was meant to suggest a smiley face.
    But the worst part was her feet.
    Someone had snipped off her toes off and left them lying on the floor in a pool of blood in front of her.
    Blakely’s stomach rolled over, and he was almost glad the little girl was dead.
    At least she was away from the horrible torture she’d suffered.
    The slash marks running up her forearms told him that at least she’d had a fairly quick death after what looked like a long torture session.
    “Where’d you find her?” Titman asked.
    The one called “Mallick” snickered.
    “You’ll love this,” he said. “We snatched her in Warren, right out from under these Fort Hood Fucks.”
    “What was her name?” Blakely asked, fighting to keep his hand from dropping to his holster and pulling his pistol.
    “What’s the matter, soldier?” Mallick sneered. He reached out, grabbed the girl’s damp hair, and lifted her head up.
    The girl’s slack mouth fell open, and Mallick slid his fingers under her chin. With a few quick nudges and pulls he made her mouth pop open and closed. His voice, when he spoke again, came out high-pitched and vicious.
    “Never seen a little dead terrorist girl before?”
    Blakely stared at Mallick, grinding his teeth and willing himself not to pull his pistol and kill every last one of them. He had his men to think about. If he wanted to get himself and his soldiers out of this place alive he had to keep himself under control.
    Flashes of memory popped into his head, and his hands began to shake and a wave of nausea hit him so hard he got dizzy.
    “Daddy!” he heard his daughter call.
    “What else did you get out of her, besides the obvious,” Titman asked, and instantly Blakely looked away from the girl and blinked his eyes a few times.
    “Her name was Melinda,” Mallick said, and he let go of the girl. Her head fell forward again. “Lovely, lovely, Mel-linda.”
    “And?” Titman said.
    “Her father killed the Bishop in Youngstown,” the man on the left. “He was just about to get the package when this chick comes up and nearly takes him out. Then a pack of feral dogs show up and the whole thing goes triple-dipping fubar. They all run from the dogs, and those Fort Hood Fucks come in and rescue them, and the next thing they know this chick’s on the Bishop’s bike, hightailing it out of town.”
    Blakely winced, but quickly readjusted his face so the two maniacs wouldn’t notice his surprise. Hearing members of the 1st Cavalry Division described as Fort Hood fucks was going to take some getting used to. The last Blakely had heard, they were all on the same team.
    Unless something had drastically changed.
    Unless things were so far beyond fucked there was no hope of ever unfucking them.
    In which case, he was going to have to seriously reevaluate what he was doing with Titman. After all, it wasn’t like he’d been getting paid the last nine months since the Crisis began.
    “So who is this bitch that’s fucking everything up?” Titman asked.
    “Unknown, sir,” the man on the left said.
    “Derek thinks she’s a random RROF!” Mallick said, and burst out laughing.
    Titman stared at Mallick.
    “Which is?” Titman asked, getting impatient.
    “A random reversal of fortune,” Derek said, and everyone turned to look at him. “A Wildcard. A Black Swan. She was in the right place at the right time...for her. The wrong place at the wrong time for us. Like the Pharoah’s daughter finding Moses in the bullrushes. She was in the right place at the right time for her and Moses and the Israelites, but the wrong