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    “Okay… they are not fifty year old guys, but can they run?” Dana asked a little bit surprised at the beauty and youth of the three women.

    “We’ve examined their medical records and the three of them are in perfect health, neither practices any real sports at the moment but they have in the past. Only Ms. Kennard jogs but is not something she does on regular basis. So yes, I assume they can run” Ron informed.

    “Do you ever get a joke?” Dana asked.

    “So are you telling me that some important bosses of the mafia are gonna be trying to eliminate them?” Bette asked and Ron just nodded. “And why don’t they get them the babysitters?” Bette immediately asked.

    “Because they are already taking care of the two remaining witnesses and Misses Peabody, besides they have requested for this department to provide the best available teams we have so that includes yours, Jason’s, Mark’s and Steve’s. Bette, this is not about us doing another unit’s job, this is about taking control of the situation and preparing for the worst and when the shit hits the fan, and trust me it will… that’s when you’ll be doing what you always do, besides you’ll do it because I say so” Ron said trying to explain to Bette why her holidays were again postponed.

    The brunette sighed heavily and looked pensive for a few moments.

    “Ok Ron, trust me, when those mother fuckers come we’ll be ready for them” Bette said with her usual coolness and confidence.

    “Ok, you go get that wound checked and you two go… do whatever you need to do before leaving. See you here in two hours, while I’ll prepare the rest of this briefing to go so you’ll have all the files waiting for you in the car” Ron ordered and got up signaling that the meeting was over and they had to hurry up since departure was imminent.

    The girls were putting all their bags and suitcases in the back of the black Range Rover they had been provided. They weren’t carrying any heavy equipment since it would be provided by the FBI’s offices in New York, so it was mostly their personal belongings for they didn’t know how long they would be gone this time.

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    1. No two ways about it..back to the keyboard. Looking forward to your next post. Didn´t mean to stress you on “original.” just thought it was too good to leave hanging.

    2. you definitely should continue with this :) i love all your stories. a new beginning story is always a treat! thank you for the update, more soon :D

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