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during the day. I had to find her before I ran out of time. I tried not to worry. This building was only so big and she hadn’t ventured through most of it. I knew she hadn’t taken a mission, otherwise she wouldn’t be pushing Sharp Shooter so hard about going after the Cardoza Cartel. She must be going stir crazy from being locked up in the building for too long and was looking for something to do. If Rum was back early then she’d be training in anticipation for facing the cartel again. They had caught her once and I knew she didn’t want it to happen again.
    I followed my instincts and went to see if she was training. She usually spent the day training with Rum whenever her mentor was around. Even when she wasn’t, Night Stripe still spent time keeping up with her training, but not as intensely as when Rum was here to keep her motivated. They had become close friends despite Rum’s initial reaction to having to train Hess’ replacement and Night Stripe’s knee-jerk reaction to waking up here.
    I remember seeing her running through the halls on her first day. The sheer panic on her face as she rushed passed agents, who looked at her in complete confusion and distaste, still made me laugh to this day. It had taken me a few moments to figure out why she was running until I saw Demon and Sharp Shooter chasing after her. I didn’t blame her for trying to escape. Demon and Whip Lash could have handled her recruitment better than kidnapping her. That would terrify anyone. A majority of us had known what we were getting into, while she was just thrown into it.
    Meanwhile, Rum was still in pain over the loss of her mentor. She hadn’t expected to lose Hess, and then being forced into training her replacement didn’t make things easier on her. Rum talked about it so often I understood how she felt, but it couldn’t have been easy on either of them. She cared for Night Stripe, but refused to show it at first; just in case she didn’t make it back from her first mission. Even after the mission, they had a rough relationship. Though as I entered Rum’s training space I knew they had worked it out to a point. 
    Night Stripe crashed to the floor, most likely taken down by a move Rum had learned while training with monks, before Rum helped her friend back to her feet. Frankly, I wasn’t sure how much of Rum’s story I believed. I hadn’t bought the monk story from the moment I joined, but whether it was true or not didn’t affect me. It didn’t change the person she was or how I saw her, but if I had to guess I would say she made it up because she didn’t want to talk about her real past and figured making up a story would be easier than telling the truth.
    “Hey, Spit Fire. What brings you here?” Rum didn’t even look in my direction. She was too distracted watching Night Stripe brush the dust off of her clothes and inspect the bruises present on her arms from their close combat training.
    I wasn’t sure how she knew it was me, but at least she wasn’t yelling at me to get out as she usually did to anyone who interrupted her training. I’ll take what I can get. “I’m here to speak to Night Stripe. Then after, Sharp Shooter wants her back in his office to discuss whatever is in that file she left on his desk.”
    Night Stripe waved her hand dismissively as she turned to get water. “He doesn’t want to talk about it until I have more information. Plus, Renegade will be needed for that debate. Otherwise, I’ll just end up on house arrest again.”
    I didn’t argue with her. I’m sure Sharp Shooter had only told me he wanted to see her so he could let me know that he knew I was up to something. “More information on what exactly?”
    The question affected Night Stripe more than I had expected. She tensed and seemed slightly reluctant to answer as she looked toward the ground instead of at me. Sharp Shooter’s words must have gotten to her about starting a panic within the building. I knew she cared