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Shit Shit Shit

“You want me to—”

“Start ood on those favors you owe,” she finishes as I skate toward a chair that has my shoes in it “And leave the roller skates on You can move faster on them”

My mouth falls open as she struts toward the door in her combat boots, and I skate out into the hallway behind her

“What are we doing?” I hiss as I slide into the elevator with her

She stabs a button before cracking her neck to the side “Don’t worry I have the hard part,” she assures lers—which irl in roller skates doesn’t look too threatening, and you can chase theh”

“Da someone?”

“Because you owetointo a death trap”

She grins like she didn’t just say that last sentence

“I’ll explain the details of your next favor on the way,” she adds

When I woke up thisto a warehouse in the

Waiting outside, listening to the sound of rapid gunfire spitting inside the warehouse was also not on the docket for today

Wearing roller skates on less than ideal concrete was so not on today’s freaking agenda!

Pop Pop Pop

The sound of gunshots continue, and I clutch un in my hand Maybe I even tremble a little as I watch the rear exit Sarah toldno one walks out, because…death and all that

Death doesn’t bother me in the abstract I can sentence so death with an actual weapon? I haven’t popped that cherry, and I’m not so sure that I want to do it in roller skates

I’ dumpster also, because it’s that kind of day

I’ to wish I’d at least shot one person in my life so I’d kno to deal with this, but I haven’t Unlike Sarah, who is a freaking retired assassin I have teams for a reason, damn it!