Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except Cam and James. The rest belong to Janet Evanovich.
"Are you positive you want to go back there now?" Cam asked.
"I'll admit the timing is off but I need to see everyone again before the next case." I tried to act nonchalant but Cam could see the nerves rattling around inside me. I didn't know if the next case was going to permit me to stay alive. Cam searched my eyes for a minute then helped me finish packing.
When I left Trenton two years ago she was the first friend I made, and the only friend I kept. I had caught Joe on the kitchen table with Terry Gilman and decided enough was enough. I was tired of my life being an ongoing nightmare to me, and joke to everyone else. So I called James Feld, a friend of the family, and made arrangements to go stay and train with him in Barcelona. James or Maestro as he is called in the field, immediately put me into training with another girl who needed to turn her life around, Cam. We became sisters and partners in the field. Right now we were in my apartment and she was attempting to make me wait a couple of days before I went back.
"But he's getting married to the blonde bimbo tomorrow, Steph. I don't want you to see him with her again and be torn up over it."
"Cam, I was over that pendejo months ago, sabes eso."
James had put us through strenuous physical obstacles while also showing us the merits of obtaining other skills too. We learned Spanish, Russian, and Arabic, how to pick locks, hacking basic and intermediate computer systems, and Taekwondo. Basically James made us kickass women.
"Listen, our plane leaves in an hour. Are you coming or not?" Hmm…judging by the look on her face she didn't see that one coming. James had already okayed her coming along and got her passport updated.
"Fine," she mumbled almost incoherently, "but only to keep you out of trouble."
We stopped by her apartment and loaded all of her bags into the back of my Durango and headed to the airport. We each got 4-6 hours of sleep each while the other person was aware of the surroundings and we finished reading the book on lock picking Maestro got us. By the time we got to Newark Airport we weren't very alert. In retrospect I suppose that's why we didn't see the man. We got our bags from the baggage claim and went to find the car I requested while I called Maestro to check in.
As I was speaking the all clear code, my eyes caught on a man staring straight at us. He was about 6'2, had light blonde hair and had muscles on muscles. He also had a glock in a shoulder holster that he wanted me to see. He started towards us.
"Shit, Cam, there's water in the basement and the pilot light is out."
Maestro swore and disconnected as Cam and I split up and ran. The man however didn't follow and we both made it to the safe house. This meant something very bad was about to happen.
This meant that Widow knew we killed Abdul and we were on the top of her hit list. Cam and I aren't just kickass women, we are contract killers.
The safe house was in Newark and looked jut like all the other houses around it. The only difference was the 24-hour protection and two guards by all doors. Cam and I made dinner and sat down to discuss the next course of action. Eventually it was decided that I needed to call Ranger.
Jeez, can't wait. I'm sure he's going to be delighted to know where I've been and what I've been up to.
This definitely puts a crimp in the vacation plans.
This story may go Babe, I don't know yet. It most definitely won't be cupcake though. The line about water in the basement and the pilot light being out is from Ocean's Twelve. Let me know what you think and criticism is accepted.
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