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PART TWENTY
“Surprise!”
I jumped. I had just pulled into my apartment complex and hadn’t got out yet. I turned toward my window. Sash stood by her little BMW, leaning against the hood.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Hey, Sash. What are you doing here?”
She grinned and I felt my stomach clench. She had a plan. Crap.
“You. Me. Antenna Tower. Tonight.”
“No,” I said. I grabbed my bag and stepped out.
“Oh, come on, Jinx, please. We haven’t done anything together in forever. You, my friend, need a girl’s night. Stat.”
I shut my door and headed inside. Sash followed, her heels tapping against the floor. I unlocked my door, tossing my bag on the floor. I got a glass of water while Sashay flopped down on my couch. She was dressed to go out in tight jeans and a shiny tank top. I turned, leaning against the counter and sipping my water.
“I’m sorry, Sash, but I don’t feel like going out. I spent all day in the desert—“
“Exactly!” she cut me off. “You need to unwind, have some fun before you forget how.”
I sat my empty glass in the sink. I removed my jacket and holster, laying them on the kitchen table. Sash crossed the room.
“Put on something girly and let’s go have fun. You work way too much. You’re terrified half the time you’re going to get hurt. Jinx, you need to take a moment and loosen up, forget.”
My eyes shifted down, landing on my ever present gun. I hated to admit it, but she had a point. I focused too much on BLI’s war on Zone 6. Or was it the Killjoy’s war on BLI?
“Fine. I’ll change,” I relented. Sashay squealed with delight, clapping her hands together.
Twenty minutes later we headed to Antenna Tower, a club in one of the outer zones. Though I agreed to go, I didn’t go unprotected. Beneath my jacket I had one of my guns in a shoulder holster. Trouble could show up anywhere.
We danced. We flirted. Sash had a few drinks and I tried to relax. But I think I’m starting to learn trouble likes to follow me.
The band stopped playing and some people started shouting. A fight broke out near the stage. Security moved to break it up—security being Scarecrows.
“Sash, go. I don’t like how I think this is going to play out.”
“What are you going to do?” she snipped.
I pulled my gun free. “My job.”
I pushed to the front of the crowd. The Scarecrows started to protest; I flashed my I.D. Four Killjoys stood by the stage, their clothes filthy from the desert life. They wore their painted and stolen guns openly on their person.
“Have we got a problem?” I said.
“Yeah,” one of them answered, “these morons are trying to kick us out.”
“On what grounds?” I asked the Scarecrows.
The two shared a quick look. “Ma’am, they’re Killjoys.”
“Yes. And?”
“We had orders to apprehend any Killjoys outside Zone 6.”
“That’s bull!” a Killjoy snapped.
The tension was nearly tangible. A gun fight was sure to be occurring, especially when a squadron of Dracs and Scarecrows pushed through a back entrance, Domino in the lead. He didn’t need to remove his mask—I recognized his cocky gait.
“Working overtime, Domino?”
“Jinx. Never would have tagged you as a party girl,” he replied, jerking off his mask and revealing a smarmy grin that I really wanted to smack off his face.
“I’m not,” I said through clenched teeth.
The Killjoys bristled now that they were surrounded by BLI’s henchmen. There was no way this was ending peacefully. I adjusted my grip on my gun.
“Hey, Domino.”
“Yeah?”
“You might want to clear the dance floor. I think there’s going to be a dance off.”
Part 21 coming soon!
