Chapter 2
2 hours later
I glanced over at Jimmy. He handed me the knee hight boots that apparently every guy loved on women. I hated them. They made my toes hurt. We sat in the back seat of the black van, getting ready for the OP. I tugged them on and pulled down my black dress, that by the way, showed way to much skin for my comfort, but the contact liked. I grabbed my long black coat and pulled my longer hair out. I really needed to get it cut, having grown it out in the past 2 years, it was overdue. I swallowed as another familiar wave of realization hit me. I was in Las Vegas. I cant believe I'm back here. 2 years of endless training and going on OPS and learning the ropes and a particular fast pace, since I was an unlikely beginner at my age. Now I help people stay alive, instead of helping them figure out how they died. It was the answer I found when I left Las Vegas and glad I had found it.
"What are you thinking about" Chris, another member of my team, asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Nothing really. Just the last time I was in Vegas." I said. He nodded. I looked in my compact mirror and applied my make up. Once I was done I was still a little shocked at my appearance, even after all this time. I have to admit, I looked ...well ...Sexy... Even still I rather wear no make up and comfy pyjamas any day over sexy dresses, and lusty make up. I sighed and looked at the guys.
"You ready?" They asked. I nodded and Jimmy pulled out a black phone and called our other team. He mumbled into the phone that I was ready and to bring out Mark, Evan, Jordan, and Sam. I hopped out of the van and walked towards the black sedan. I climbed in and Mark raised an eye brow
"Shut up" I said as he looked me up and down.
"Hey I'm not complaining." He said through a chuckle. Jordan reached in his pocket and pulled out a CD that was labelled OP 226. He pushed it in the player and hit #1. We were rewarded with a blare of rap music. He flicked the volume up until it was too loud for anyone to talk and we all grimaced. The things we do for other people. I started to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to do. Who I was supposed to become. I glanced out the tinted windows as we made our way to Club Surreal.