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Yeah, that was definitely going on the ienda Vince’s first act, and a prie

As he closed his eyes and ru birth of his rebel e, unmistakably expensive vehicle drew his chin back down to his chest Vince raised his ar as the sleek black sedan eased to a stop and a er-side door With theto his ear and his buzz-cut salt-and-pepper hair, the guy had a distinct government vibe about him, but the pricey wheels screamed private enterprise Extreht look like prowling around town in a ride like that, Vince uy in the irass toward the picnic table "Mr Sunshine?"

Vince s alias he chose for this transaction "That’s me And you are?"

"Why don’t you come have a seat in the car? We can talk more comfortably inside"

It wasn’t an answer Hell, it wasn’t even friendly Sounded more like a command than the kind of respect Vince felt he was due He didn’t appreciate the superior attitude, and he wasn’t stupid enough to get into a vehicle with someone he didn’t know from Adam Nothe nice weather," he said, dropping his arlasses with hih the harsh daylight He tried to work it in his favor, sneering in the hopes of looking ot several interested parties for what I’et down to business"

"Of course," replied the suit "Where is the package?"

Vince chuckled "Soh to have Ackmeyer on-site until a fire stowed and secured in the van, which was parked about a mile down the road, in another part of the conservation area Once he had cash in hand, Vince would turn over his goods, but not a second before

The guy in the suit didn’t seem to understand the concept "Until I can assure my employer that you will deliver what you prootiate"

"Your employer?" Vince echoed, not a little put out to hear this "I thought I’d be speaking to the e, not soe or not?" asked the suit, unfazed but unyielding

"Hell no, I don’t!" Vince vaulted off the picnic table, agitation vibrating through hiot four - no, five! - other potentials I could be talking to right now, every one of the, and able to pony up serious cash" A bluff, but anger was ht track in front of the sharp-dressed gofer "I’et this done pronto, so tell you what I’ to make a quick deal with you - or, rather, your eauy didn’t say a word Vince wasn’t even sure he was listening He watched as the guy lifted his hand to the comm device in his ear "Status," he murrunted, said, "Excellent," then lowered his hand and continued to stare past Vince as if he were invisible

"Well?" Vince de beyond pissed at the lack of respect "What’s it gonna be? Make me wait another second for your answer, and ine roar and screech of tires in the parking lot cut Vince off mid-threat Not the throaty purr of another sweet sedan but the rusty bellow and knock of a vehicle he kneell The same vehicle he’d stashed in what he assumed to be a safe place in another part of the park

The van that contained Jereoon in a dark suit was seated behind the wheel The guy standing in front of Vince in the grass gave the driver a brief nod

"What the fuck!" Vince shouted "What the fuck is this?"

How the hell had this gone so wrong, so fast?

He didn’t have ti his head back around to look at the guy in the suit next to him, the nose of a black 9-mm pistol was leveled dead center on his face

Now the suit finally ed to show some interest He cracked a thin smile "Get in the car, asshole"

Vince was shoved into ered toward the waiting sedan, he had a sinking feeling this was the closest he would ever get to feeling a few hundred grand worth of h-end performance machinery wrapped around his stupid, sorry ass

Mira dumped an armful of wet, blood-soaked towels into a sink of cold, soapy water in the bunker’s shower room and watched as the suds turned scarlet

She should have left when she had the chance

She should have just run away after hearing what Kellan told her Back to the Order Back to her teammates in Montreal Back home to Niko and Renata

Anywhere but here

If what Kellan said was true, that fate would take hiood, this time - then she would do well to take whatever measures she could to spare herself that kind of hurt She’d barely survived losing him the first tiain?

But she hadn’t been able to make her feet take the path that would have led her out the door of Kellan’s rebel base

She couldn’t make herself walk away fro to him He still cared Some hopeful part of her wanted to believe that he still loved her, even if he refused to admit that to himself or to her

So, Mira hadn’t run

She’d stayed, taking it upon herself to mop up the blood from Vince’s attack, while Kellan, Doc, and Nina were elsewhere in the bunker, ostensibly seeing to rebel business and looking after Chaz’s reed her hands into the bloodied water and started washing the towels and rinsing them out She tried to separate herself froe that the blood staining her hands and clothes, running in a scarlet river down the opened drain of the sink, represented a life taken today, and another one narrowly spared She tried to tell herself that this place, these people who lived and had now died here, were not hers to worry about