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    Apogée 24

        ‘Which is probably why you got your ass kicked by that agent,’ Shane thought as she remembered a long running joke Kit had made,

        “The Babe Ruth of contract killing,” is what Shane had been dubbed, the assassin had become so good at her job that she’d let herself go. Shane mentally berated herself for letting it get this out of control as she maneuvered around Carmen and pushed the bartender to the ground face first. Carmen landed with a soft thud and while Shane was worried that she’d hurt the bartender, the logical part of her brain reminded Shane not to baby Carmen.    

        “If you fall on the ground, never fall forward, always on your back.”  Shane said reaching down to help her up, the bartender simply sat on the ground as a sign that she’d had enough for the day, and soon the assassin followed suit taking a seat next to Carmen staring off into the distance at the softly fading mountain tops.

        “What do you think? Do you think I’m crazy?” The bartender finally said as the sun began to set, Shane shrugged never taking her eyes off of the sky.

        “I don’t know, I guess that depends on what you plan to do,” The assassin said; pulling a slightly distressed pack cigarettes out of her back pocket holding the package out to Carmen offering. The bartender smirked,

        “I don’t smoke,” Carmen said, pulling a lone cigarette from the package and holding it out for Shane to light, the assassin smiled lighting both cigarettes and taking a long drag. After a few long moments of silence Carmen finally spoke up,

        “There’s never been a point where you did something completely reckless on impulse or emotion?” The bartender said breathlessly, the assassin’s looked directly above, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes at the quickly surfacing memory.

        “Yeah there was a time,” Shane said in a clipped voice that sounded even deeper than her usual tone, Carmen looked over to the assassin for any sign of emotion finding no real change in her facial expression.

        “And?” The bartender asked realizing that getting information out of Shane required actual questions; the assassin wasn’t going to volunteer her past. Shane brought her knees to her chest sucking in deep off her cigarette.

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    1. Woohoo, you’re back. I was actually just thinking of this story the other day and wondering if we were ever going to get all our questions answered :). Thanks for the update, can’t wait to see where you take us :)

    2. I’m SO HAPPPY TO SEE that you’re back with a new chapter!!! I missed this story so much, and I’m glad that you came back ClosetDana. It’s been a very long hiatus, but it was worth the wait!! Well-written and I love the obstacles and the turns of these women’s lives…I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for them.. Thanks again PPS!!!!

    3. What a wonderful surprise to see this story posted again! It had been one of my favorites (especially the B/T dynamic). I remember! Not your favorite! Every character has a little something to pull us in though, and it was like picking up a good book you’d thought you’d lost. Thanks for continuing!!!!!!

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