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Meaning she has one camera in position, then a few minutes later, she tells us . . .
“Cam two.”
That one then comes online. It’s quiet for a good fifteen minutes, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Willow check,” I ask her.
Silence is all that greets me. I look to Rose, who nods and starts to type away on her laptop.
“Willow check,” I ask again, a few minutes later.
Silence.
Leaving it a few more minutes, I start to turn to go after her, when she bursts through the door.
“Fuck, Willow.”
“Sorry, nearly got caught. Lost my comms when I rolled under a hedge,” she explains as I pick bits of leaves and branches off of her.
“No cameras, but the rear exit is being guarded,” she tells Rose, who is working on getting the camera up.
“Okay, let’s get the camera setup and working. Need to see inside that building,” I order.
“At least we know it’s the right place. Dog’s bike confirms it,” Carrie says, her voice full of hope.
CHAPTERELEVEN
TANK
Running back to my room, I grab the folder Wire left for me and head back to the guys.
“This is the file Wire gave me on Pandora. I had him run a background check on her, as I was too impatient to wait for her to tell me about herself,” I explain, handing the file to Prez.
The look of disappointment on Prez, Bull, and Reck’s faces devastate me.
“I haven’t read it. Somehow Pandora found out Wire had run the check. Fuck, she was so angry at me,” I say, remembering the hurt look on her face.
Prez nods and starts looking through the file. His facial expression remains the same all the time he’s reading. Once he’s finished, he passes it to Bull and Reck to read. Their faces, however, go from shocked to impressed.
“Tank, Joker, you might want to sit down,” Prez warns.
“Holy shit, boy, you can damn well pick them,” Reck says, shaking his head.
Slowly, I lower myself onto a nearby chair, and Joker moves toward Prez.
“Don’t even think about it, son,” Prez warns, making him stop in his tracks.
“I know you’re concerned about Carrie, but we all taught her well enough. She can handle herself,” Reck tells him as he sits next to me.
“So, Tank. Turns out your girl really is a badass,” Bull says.
The confused look on my face makes Prez, Reck, and Bull chuckle.
“Ever heard of Nightshade?” Prez asks.
“Yeah, he runs Phoenix and is deadly as they come. How is Pandora mixed up with him?” I ask, panicking a little.
Nightshade is a well-known, kill-for-hire, and all-around deadly killer, hence the name Deadly Nightshade. Bit of a girly name, really, but I sure as fuck ain’t ever pointing that out.
