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Merc lights his up too and then takes his own drag of relief "So, what the fuck?" He’s laughing and puffing at the same time "You still have this runt with you? Jesus You have more patience than me"

Sasha kicks hi like it hurts and then grabs Sasha by the waist, hoists her over his head, and he’s about to body-slam her on a stack of boxes when I start to freak out

"Dude!" I yell "Do not fuck withher screaround feet first

"I’hten up I’m the only one with a sense of huet this show on the road

"We’re still waiting Shouldn’t be too long though"

"Then what?"

"Then"--he shrugs--"we play it by ear, I guess"

"Do you have the file or what?" Sasha barks fro at her, then back to Merc They stare each other down "What Fucking File?"

Merc points his cigarette at Sasha "I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut about that file"

"I have," she sneers back "But I’ to me "And I want him to know about it So my silence is over" She pauses for a beat "Do you have a problem with that?"

Damn Assassin S file?" I ask again while Merc decides if he has a problem with that Because of course, even if he did, it’s too late now Sasha has let et ass all over the Wild West, I’ breath and then does the little this-is-only-between-you-and- file"

"Have had it the whole time, actually"

I look over at Sasha "You had the file?"

She save it to Merc"

I look at Merc "You had the fucking file? And you let et it? Does Nick know this shit?"