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Coincidence?

Dunno.

“Of course, this was before my time,” she continues. “I was just learning to read and write back

then. But for a while there I’m told life got easier. They’ve reorganized now. But my team thinks

they’re going down for good this time. Real soon, too. Because some bad-ass from Central America

has been killing the kids like me to put an end to the Company once and for all. He’s not going to get

me, that’s for sure. I’m not even in the system anymore and anyways, we have a plan. And I don’t

need you fucking things up. So even if you’re not the kind of guy who’s good for his word, I really

hope you’ll do me a professional courtesy and keep your mouth shut once I’m gone. It’s not my fault

I’m mixed up in this shit. I’m mostly just a work-for-hire mercenary. I don’t normally steal samples of

infectious diseases.”

“Who are you?”

Her smile is big and suddenly she’s just a kid again. Then she puts her little hand out. “I’m Indie.” I

shake it on instinct. “Nice to meet you Johnny Boston. Now, can you please just put me on a life raft

with a satellite phone so I can call for a pick up and go home? I have a life, you know. And plans for

next weekend.”

“Another job?” I ask. Raising one eyebrow.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m going on my first date next weekend and I’m kind of

excited about it.”

“He a merc? Like you?”

“No. He’s the boy next door, if you must know.”

I blink at her. Twice. Trying to give my brain time to make yet another folder. Then I say, “Does

your team know about Megan’s secret research?”

She just shrugs. “They don’t like to tell me too much. They think it’ll mess with my mind and

distract me on the job.”

“What kind of sick fucks are you mixed up with, kid?”

“Me?” She tsks her tongue. “Look in the mirror, buddy.”

Can’t argue with that.

Psychopaths all the way around.

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