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as I didn’t look up.
    Thing was, her body was banging, no bullshit but, her face…
    It didn’t look… right.
    This couldn’t be her true identity because if it was we both got robbed. Yes, I was a shallow asshole. But I also realized that I’d built her up to be a fantasy she clearly wasn’t. Her nose was long, chin pointy and her lips were too thin. I didn’t bother analyzing her hair because it was pulled up and away from her face. God, she really shouldn’t draw more attention to it … What a fucking let down.
    Hearing Pilgrim’s name didn’t faze me. It was her up in my face like she could take me on and win that had my attention. She fucking shoved me; I shoved her back, and we started to wrestle. The woman had spirit, it was in everything she did, she radiated it. She was hyper alert I could feel it blazing like the sun burning me or maybe that was her hands on me. To contain her, I even tried sitting on her but she weaseled away and started shooting. Those shots scared the enemy away. Great, now I owed her again.
    Hauling ass to my truck and jumping in together, I take off like a shot checking for a tail and not finding one, yet. Now thoughts of Camo back there were at war with getting the fuck out of here. She put herself directly in the line of fire and if my adrenaline was anything to go by, my fear about that was through the God damn roof. Seriously, I’ve waited years to meet her, and we just fucking fought while under fire… Taking corners, staying on the move only when I was certain no one followed, did I tone it down.
    “Start from the beginning,” I order her while finding a place to park.
    “Now look who wants to talk,” she says staring out the window. “It’s a known fact you hate the wire, don’t trust it and Pilgrim knows that. Is it true he monitors for you?”
    “Yeah, I hate computers.” Which was true, they were a waste of time. I had a handler; it was his job to use it not mine. Over the years, Camo has ragged on my refusal to use it. But I didn’t trust her motives any more than I trusted technology so, I only communicated with her by phone. When I wasn’t enjoying her flirting, which was all the damn time, she was keeping me ahead of the game.
    And alive.
    “Listen, at my last count six are on board. I’m working on getting official stats. There was brief chatter about teams too. Pilgrim said you breached protocol, had proof, and needed to be put down. Some of us are not happy about this, Gadget. We do not kill each other.” She seemed to be either choosing her words or fighting for breath; I wasn’t sure which. That’s another thing about her, she was either very free about sharing intel or, she wasn’t.
    “Keep going,” I tell her. “Okay well,” she says taking a deep breath and not speaking fast enough for my liking. “Spit it out, Camo!”
    “Don’t be that guy right now!” she snaps at me. “When we heard hitters were turning on hitters, we got nervous. Last I heard, the majority rejected it. Not many want to fuck with you for good reason. They fear you because you’re so mysterious. They also fear me because well, I’m me. I can only stay biased for so long, many of the guys want to know where my allegiance lies and will choose based on that. But as those rounds prove, some want the money and will kill you to get it. This can’t be sanctioned Gadget, or none of us is safe. My handler and I agreed that you needed my help…”
    “Really? And?”
    “Um...” she says taking another breath, this one a definite struggle. “Shit, and unless you’ve got a med kit in the trunk, I’m going to need a hospital.”
    Leaning forward in my seat and seeing the blood running down her arm, I panic. To keep Camo safe, there was only one person I trusted. “I got something better than a hospital, hang on.”
    “Wait! We have to get my bag. It’s in the warehouse across from the church under a white tarp on the fifth floor.” She says quickly. Grinding my jaw