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yourself.” She glared, all but forgetting about why she was there. Fight or flight instinct had kicked in and she wanted to run, get back to the compound and hide for days until she could wash the memory of this night from her mind.
    “I am, truly, sorry.” He bowed his head and then he disappeared. The tension that had coiled in her muscles relaxed slightly but not enough. She knew she was still in danger. She carried on walking backward until her back hit the wall and slid down it. Her knees pressed to her chest and she stared at the tailgate of the truck, her mind racing. She couldn’t even begin to make sense of what had just happened.
    The way he spoke, the way he moved and most especially the way he felt was all unnatural. Had the government created some kind of super-agent and this was the result?
    It terrified her to think of men who were perfectly capable of dismissing morals and conscience. Men like that could take over the world in the blink of an eye and things would never be the same.
    Then again, she was fairly sure, things would never be the same after tonight anyways.

CHAPTER 3
    Quill sat against the wall for a while, regathering her strength and focus. When she finally pulled herself together, she rose, recalling her original mission and why she had come here. Her eyes surveyed the truck, long since forgotten by the Lieutenants. But there might still be clues within it. Pushing herself to her feet she ignored the shaking in her limbs, the result of the sudden loss of adrenaline.
    She crossed back over the street to the truck, watching for any signs of the agents before touching where her knife normally sat. It was gone.
    She’d pulled it on the hottie from the bar - no, the beast who attacked her. Squinting in the dim light of the street lamp she sought out her knife, hoping for a glint or something but it was gone. It had completely vanished into thin air.
    She mourned for a moment at the loss of her favourite weapon. It left her feeling even more vulnerable than the night had already made her. She had a gun on her still, but it wasn’t her weapon of choice. Guns could be unreliable compared to the nick of a sharp blade.
    Grabbing the door handle of the truck she wrenched it open and peered inside. The agents had more or less stripped it of all the tech they had put inside of it for trips and missions. That wasn’t surprising to her. What did surprise her was the paperwork in the centre console, an apparent oversight when the Lieutenants got out of the truck.
    Hauling herself up onto her stomach she leaned across the seat and fingered it a couple of times before managing to get a decent grip with two fingers around the paper. She jumped back down onto her feet and glanced at it. It was processing information for the prisoners. But ever better were the instructions at the bottom.
    They all weren’t heading for the same place, but the majority of them were going to one place in particular. She memorized the address and considered that location versus where the truck was. They hadn’t brought it to where the prisoners were being sent, and the house they were at was easily another five or so blocks away.
    She’d lost a lot of energy already tonight with her running and then the fight but then she thought of the fate that might become of the Desecrated, who had been caught. It was her job, her duty, to get to them before the government had their way.
    Tossing the paperwork back into the truck, she slammed the door and took off in a sprint down the street. She was thankful, for a moment, for her childhood growing up in the city. It had equipped her with the knowledge she needed to get around this place in times like this when others would have easily been lost.
    It was probably the only worthwhile thing she had gotten out of her childhood.
    As she came up to the building, she slowed to a walk, glancing around looking for any security. There were two guys posted on the top of the building holding what