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Fog churned over the ocean, the wind blowing the roiling ry gray Wisps curled around the truck as Gedeon “Player” Lazaroffthe Northern California coast He was fahway, but most of the ti with him In some ways he was thankful they weren’t with him, but he would have welcomed the comfort of their company

The dark gray mist thickened so it seeh he was so close to hoet there faster He was nearly desperate to make it back to the Torpedo Ink clubhouse and the solace of the rooone there, but at this point, he didn’t have the tier he was out in public, even in the seclusion of the truck, the erous it was He knew that, and he had vowed never to take chances with anyone’s life again

The cell played Master’s short tune announcing a call, and Player hesitated, swearing under his breath Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his face He wiped at it with his pal the Bluetooth Cell phone service was spotty at best on Highway 1, and he hoped it wouldn’t work Naturally, he wasn’t that lucky

“Yeah?” He was abrupt Off-putting Hoping Master would get the hint

“You okay? Where are you?”

“About four uished between the clubhouse and his residence

There was a small silence Fourhard Far too hard Risking trouble Already, they’d broken the rules by separating Torpedo Inka mission, they paired up, eyes on each other at all tiotten into unforeseen trouble, and Player needed to get home fast Master wasn’t able to drive as fast He carried an unexpected passenger with hi in close proxih he’d only told Master he was feeling very sick and needed to get home

Master had to drive the passenger’s vehicle home anyway, so it had all worked out for the best They’d reported to Czar and let hi in early without Master, and Master was bringing in “baggage”

“Tell me,” Master insisted

“Fog rolled in”