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As was the way with our line of work, we didn’t see the full play until months or sometimes even years down the road.

I rubbed my forehead as I leaned over, a migraine starting to throb at my temples that was exacerbated by all the fucking noise in the background.

“Where the hell are you? What’s all that noise?” Eagle Eyes muttered.

Surprise had me straightening up. “You can hear that?”

“Sure can.”

“Yup,” Dead To Me agreed.

“We’re all on red alert,” I said flatly. “Eagle Eyes, whether you like it or not, you’re freaked out.”

He pshawed. “Yeah, if that makes you feel better, okay.”

He didn’t have to tell me dick—his hearing did that for me.

Hypersensitivity was something we lived with every day, but when we were on red alert, it made things a lot harder to handle.

“You ever find it hard to sleep at night?” Dead To Me asked.

“All the time,” I rasped.

“Just once, I’d like no dreams,” she said wistfully.

“I don’t see their faces.” Eagle Eyes cleared his throat. “Mostly, I remember other stuff.”

“Like what?” I questioned softly.

He sighed. “The exhilaration of it.”

“Yeah.”

I had to cringe because we were all anal-retentive overachievers.

Getting long distance shots was like a competition.

Didn’t matter that someone was going to become a corpse because of it. It was still exciting. And I’d been on Inessa like she was in heat and I was a goddamn dog when I’d arrived back here.

“What about you?” Dead To Me asked.

I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I don’t sleep at all. Or hardly anything will wake me up. Either or.”

“Did you hear that Dagda was out of jail?”

My brows rose at Eagle Eyes’ out of the blue statement. “He is? Jesus. He’s been inside for nearly thirty years, hasn’t he?”

“Yeah. They said it was because Russia and the UK brokered a deal, but I don’t know if I believe that,” Dead To Me murmured. “Not considering his ties.”

“We’ll need that sniper’s union soon,” Eagle Eyes predicted glumly. “You know he’s got the best eye of us all.”

“He did. Until he got tortured,” I pointed out. “Not sure getting old in jail will have kept his skill levels up.”

Eagle Eyes grunted, but it was Dead To Me who asked us both, “Are you still in the country? I’m not.”

“No.”

“I am,” I replied. “Four more days.”

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