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She clicked her fingers. “That’s it. Grail.”
“Like the Holy Grail?”
“Yup,” I said with a sigh. “She’d watched the third Indiana Jones movie so many times, she knew the script front to back. She got obsessed with Grail lore, had her own freakin’ diary like Sean Connery did in the movie as well.”
“Past tense?” Conor asked quietly.
“She’s not dead,” Troy answered. “Just crazy, changed her surname to Jones. Officially. Crazy. So Peyton Jones is an archaeologist now. Private.”
“She became a merc after she left the army, didn’t she?” I asked Troy.
“Yeah. She funds her own digs. Anyway, Star, here, was supposed to hand off this computer to Grail. Instead, she decides Grail’s no good—”
“That’s not fair. She’d just lost her fucking dog and was crying all the time!”
“Yeah, but she was fit for work,” Troy argued. “Stop interrupting. I’m getting to the good shit. So, because Star thinks she’s an all-knowing, all-seeing benevolent being, she doesn’t hand it off and as she leaves, she gets caught with the computer on her person.
“Triggered a diplomatic incident until Dead To Me managed to put two bullets in the guards holding her.”
“Wow,” Conor breathed. “You do have control issues.”
My nose crinkled. “You knew that already.”
“Maybe. But not to that extent. I mean, I figured it was thanks to everything that happened with the Sparrows. But it’s not. It was before them. At work.”
“That’s just one job, Conor. If she weren't so fucking good, they’d have fired her ass. Plus, our team was one of the best.”
“Your team was all women?”
She chuckled. “We had a few guys along for the ride from time to time.”
“Remember Chad?” I asked with a smile.
“Yeah. He had it hard for Dead To Me.”
“She had it harder,” I retorted. “I know she has feelers out on him.”
“Why?”
“He went missing after he came back Stateside. You know how the sandbox fucks with people’s heads.”
“It’s criminal how we treat our veterans,” she stated grimly.
“True dat,” Conor concurred.
“The guys never stuck around for long. Creed did though. He was with us for a year.”
“Dead To Me liked him too, didn’t she?”
“They got caught fucking in a tank, Troy,” I retorted. “What do you think?”
“Hate fucking is totally a thing,” Troy retorted around a cackle, one that petered out into a long sigh. “They weren’t all shit times, were they? We had some laughs too.”
“We did,” I agreed. “It was only when Reggie left that things went to the dogs.”
“Regina was your CO, right?”
“She was,” I confirmed, answering Conor’s question. “She left and we started falling apart, got split up, and then I got captured. If I couldn’t trust my girls with half of the missions we were sent on, there was no way in fuck I could trust strangers.”
