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they come again.
    Now I try to take a listen to what they’re saying, but the noise of the band makes it impossible. One of those little bastards puts his hand on her arm, and then she raises her voice. “I told you I’m not interested. Leave me the hell alone.” She tries to tug her arm away but his hand clamps tighter.
    It’s time to step in. My hand closes around his wrist, the one he has on her arm , and I apply the perfect amount of pressure. When his nostrils flare, I say, “The lady says she’s not interested.” I have them both by a couple of inches and I’m sure by at least twenty pounds each. One has long, stringy blond hair and a beard; the other has a shaved head.
    They both check me out and then stringy blond hair says, “Mind your own damn business.”
    “I am. You just made it my business when the lady said she wasn’t interested. Now let her go before this gets ugly.”
    The bartender leans over and asks, “There a problem here?”
    “Not if they let the lady loose.”
    “Guys, do I need to call security?” The bartender drums his hands on the bar.
    “No, we’re cool here.” Stringy blond dude lets go and I release his arm. They walk away.
    Once they’re out of earshot, she says, “Hey, thanks.” Her speech is slurred.
    “No problem.” Even in her drugged state, she’s hot as fuck and Mr. Cocky is acting happy now. Goddamn, I need to rein this shit in fast.
    She nods and turns away.
    When she’s moved off, I say, “Delta Mad Dog, are you bird watching?”
    “Affirmative, Lone Wolf.”
    “Copy.”
    Not much later, I watch as she hits the dance floor again. She picks up the beat, drops her head back , and closes her eyes. She loses herself in the sound and for a moment, she almost looks like she’s enjoying herself. The pained expression I’ve noticed her wearing most of the time disappears. All too soon, the song is over and that look on her face returns. I know that look. I know it well. I’ve worn it way too many times myself. Lost in a memory, I reflect back for a moment on things I don’t need to be thinking about. Shaking my head, I look around and realize she’s gone.
    Damn it, what the hell am I doing?
    “Delta Mad Dog, do you have sight on Onyx?”
    “Affirmative. She’s moving to the back of the room.”
    “Copy that.”
    I scan the back of the room and head in that direction. I don’t catch a glimpse of her anywhere but I also don’t want to be too obvious. My senses are on high alert.
    My mike crackles then and I hear Dylan say, “Lone Wolf, two birds have flown the coop. You copy?”
    “Copy. I’m on the move.”
    Now my pretense is over. My steps have purpose to them and they take me to the wom en’s restroom. Not bothering to knock, I push open the door to a group of surprised faces, none of which belong to Onyx Eyes. All the stalls are closed, so I crouch down, inspecting the shoes, looking for those telltale cowboy boots.
    “Hey, what do you think you’re doin’ in here?” one of the women asks.
    I don’t answer but I survey the place, looking for any escape route. There are no windows so the door is the only way in or out. They must’ve taken her out the back.
    “Delta Mad Dog. Back alley.”
    “Copy that.”
    Sure enough, I bust through the back door, and they have her as she twists and struggles to get away. She never would’ve succeeded without my intervention, because right as I open the door, I see one of them inject something into her neck. By the time I get to them, she’s limp as a rag.
    “Let her go. Now.”
    They eye me for a second and take off running. I want to give chase, but my first concern is the girl. By the time Dylan arrives, I’m tending to Onyx Eyes.
    “Shit. Good thing you called that , Drex.”
    “Seriously. They hit her with something, though, right as I opened the door. On top of what she already took, she’ll probably be out for a while. We’d better let Colt know.”
    “Right. What happened to