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Deja vu and the Clones
Chapter Seven
The Job
"Gabrielle, would you like to join us?" Annie asked her.
"No, I'm good. I can hear perfectly fine from here."
"Please?"
With an aggravated breath, Gabrielle got up off the sofa and walked back to them.
"That man was Hector Ramos," Annie began. "He and his wife, María, own a small Mom and Pop grocery store a few miles from here. And they've recently had problems with four or five of the local teenagers. They think they need to prove how bad they are to the Muerta Roja…."
"What the hell is that?" Xena interrupted.
"It's the name of the gang who controls that particular neighborhood. It's Spanish for Red Death."
"Ooooh, scary!" Xena said in her most sarcastic voice.
"Anyway, these kids are trying to show the gang that they're tough enough and bad enough to be asked to join. Mr. Ramos said he's known these kids all their lives, and they're not bad kids, just going down the wrong path. And he wanted to know if we could look things over and maybe figure out some way to help keep them from doing something they may regret."
"Why not just call the police on them?" Gabrielle asked.
"Because jail time would make them even more attractive to the gang."
"So you want us to go down there and kick some ass." Xena said with a grin on her face.
"No, I want you two to look things over. Get a sense of the neighborhood. Check out the other stores. Maybe talk to some of the shop owners, and see how they feel about things. Basically, it's reconnaissance."
"Sounds pretty boring to me."
"That's what detective work is – 99% boring and 1% not. Do you want to do it, or not?"
"I’m in," Gabrielle said.
"Okay," Xena agreed. "I guess it's better than sitting around this place all day."
"One more thing – Mr. Ramos said he has a couple of surveillance cameras, so I think you and Gabrielle need to wear some kind of disguise."
"Why would we do that?" Xena asked.
"Have you forgotten that you're both still wanted by the police?"
"Oh, yeah. I know, I'll dress up like Anthrax. You remember, when Aphrodite put the love spell on that warlord's son? But since Aphrodite's not here, Gabrielle can be the wife. What was her name? Spitupium?"
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