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into her.
    He stood and stretched his hands over his head, his black shirt crawling up his
    torso to revealing a little bit of a taunt stomach. “But now I’m getting a little hungry.
    How about we head upstairs and raid the pantry? Maybe we can find something to eat
    that doesn’t require a whole lot of cooking. I suck in the kitchen.”
    She nodded, then followed him up the steps.

Chapter 7
    Jovan found some crackers and a box of macaroni and cheese in the pantry, and
    figured he couldn’t screw that meal up. For someone whose creed was to leave everyone
    alone and they would reciprocate, he surprised himself at this role of protector and
    provider he had stepped into. He sat at the counter with Liberty, listening to her tale of
    how she ended up working in a strip club.
    “When I arrived in the city, I quickly realized I needed to earn money. Walking
    down the paved path one day, I saw a sign that said, “Girls, Girls, Girls.” Since I’m
    female, I went in.”
    Jovan listened to her tale, doing his own translations to her jilted English. He
    guessed the “paved path” would be the sidewalk.
    The club manager had hired her on the spot. When he realized her demure
    demeanor, he thought a shy French maid would be a great addition to the line-up. She
    would start off serving drinks, and depending on how she interacted with the customers,
    she could move into the coveted position of performer.
    “At first I thought that it wouldn’t be very awful to have a position where I
    remove my clothing, because truthfully, I find it very cumbersome. I didn’t fathom why
    humans want to cover their true forms in fabrics. But then I witnessed the way the males
    stare and comment on the females, and decided that perhaps having a position where my
    clothing remained intact was best.”
    Jovan rubbed his face, wishing he had another shot of Jaeger. For some reason, it
    was fine for human women to strip, and it was damn fine for him to enjoy the show. But
    for an SR44 female, one born into servitude to become a stripper sat as well with him as a
    case of head lice.
    “How did you get out of working at night?”
    “I told him that I had a child at home and needed to leave before darkness set in as
    I was afraid to walk alone at night.”
    He had to admit, that was a smart move.
    “I do wish I had some other clothing,” she said, finishing off the macaroni and
    cheese in her bowl.
    Jovan realized she was still wearing her French maid outfit under her coat. “I’ll
    get you some in the morning, okay?”
    “That would be lovely,” she said, meeting his eyes for a second, then her gaze
    darted downward again. Her SR44 form glowed from her eyes a light pink, as pure and
    innocent as virgin snow.
    She looked down at her plate. “This was delicious. What exactly is it called? And
    is there more?”
    Jovan chuckled. How in the world could she not know what macaroni and cheese
    was? Well, because she was from another universe, dumbass, and had only been on Earth
    for two weeks. He wondered what type of living conditions she had been in and had a
    feeling they weren’t good.
    “What have you been eating?” he asked after he served her more mac and cheese.
    “There is a place of business down the street from my living quarters that has
    ninety-nine-cent tacos. I’ve been getting my nourishment there.”
    Ninety-nine-cent tacos? For two weeks? Jesus, she was probably malnourished,
    and he wasn’t doing her any favors with the mac and cheese. When they met up with the
    other Warriors, he would have Hudson whip up something nutritious for her.
    He had to admit, he was a little concerned about the other Warriors with the FBI
    poking around, but he was pretty certain that they would be okay and get the hell out of
    dodge, which they were going to do anyway. The visit from the FBI just put their plan in
    motion a little faster.
    The plan was for everyone to meet up in the Fernley, Nevada silo. Noah had told
    Talin and Cohen not to