next matter at hand. Notes were never in full sentences, and never addressed to anyone in case someone else found it. It was the safest way at this point, and the only way we could be sure to keep my cover.
I dropped the note before continuing on my run. I changed my path slightly, hoping to lead whoever was following me away from the note, if they ever caught up to me. I didn’t need to worry about it, though. She would have retrieved the note. I just didn’t want to make her job harder on her by having a cartel member stumbling onto her. Although I couldn’t help but think that CIRA had made my job harder by bringing in another agent. My teeth clenched together in annoyance, and my hands balled into tight fists. I didn’t need another person. I could do this on my own, and they knew that. Something must have happened, they must have found something out that I wasn’t aware of. They needed another person to make their plan work, and that meant I would be done soon. Maybe it wasn’t all bad, but then again, I knew it wouldn’t be easy.
Chapter 7
I followed the letter’s instructions perfectly, losing my tail early on. It almost seemed too easy, and that had me on edge. Usually it took a while to lose the person on my trail, but this one disappeared before the end of the first mile. I guess Miguel hadn’t brought his best man to work today; it had to be a new recruit. There was no other way I could have lost them that easily, unless it had been purposeful.
I stopped in my tracks as I started to entertain the thought that they’d let me lose them on purpose. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. I fought between going back to ensure I’d truly lost them, or staying here for Demon. I didn’t want anyone to locate me, but I couldn’t risk blowing the whole thing if they were somehow able to track me down. How would they find me? They couldn’t monitor me by ankle bracelet, but I wouldn’t put it past Miguel to somehow microchip me. I’d seen stranger things happen.
“Renegade,” a familiar voice called, breaking me from my thoughts.
I turned and followed Demon’s voice. He made my choice for me. I would stay, praying I had actually lost whoever was assigned to follow me. If not, I knew Demon would be quick to handle any danger. He had already saved my skin twice, after someone had managed to figure out I wasn’t Marco when I first accepted the mission. Two men who knew Marco realized I wasn’t him and attempted to take me out. If it hadn’t been for Demon, I wouldn’t have made it this far. A third time wouldn’t mean anything. It would just be another dead cartel member added to my body count.
“Demon,” I replied as he emerged from behind one of the trees. His weapon of choice, a sword, hung in a sheath on his back. He also kept a gun on him at all times, but he said the noise would attract attention so the first attempt was always made with a sword. I think he just liked carrying a sword around. His gun had a silencer, and with his aim he wouldn’t need to get close to the target. He liked to be face to face with an opponent, not picking them off in the distance unless he needed to. I preferred a gun, quick and efficient, but then again, a sword never ran out of bullets. “Nice to see you again. It’s been a while. Looks like you’ve changed some.”
“A lot happens in about four months,” he said, glancing around cautiously.
His long black hair caught some of the wind, allowing me to see the intense focus his eyes held as he scanned the area. When I last saw him, his hair had been shorter. There were dark circles under his eyes now, and he was noticeably less anxious. Something kept him up at night; I could tell.
“Not followed?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
“I may have changed some, but you haven’t changed at all, Renegade.” Demon sighed. He hated when I called him sir, even though he was the leader of the team, but he had asked me
I dropped the note before continuing on my run. I changed my path slightly, hoping to lead whoever was following me away from the note, if they ever caught up to me. I didn’t need to worry about it, though. She would have retrieved the note. I just didn’t want to make her job harder on her by having a cartel member stumbling onto her. Although I couldn’t help but think that CIRA had made my job harder by bringing in another agent. My teeth clenched together in annoyance, and my hands balled into tight fists. I didn’t need another person. I could do this on my own, and they knew that. Something must have happened, they must have found something out that I wasn’t aware of. They needed another person to make their plan work, and that meant I would be done soon. Maybe it wasn’t all bad, but then again, I knew it wouldn’t be easy.
Chapter 7
I followed the letter’s instructions perfectly, losing my tail early on. It almost seemed too easy, and that had me on edge. Usually it took a while to lose the person on my trail, but this one disappeared before the end of the first mile. I guess Miguel hadn’t brought his best man to work today; it had to be a new recruit. There was no other way I could have lost them that easily, unless it had been purposeful.
I stopped in my tracks as I started to entertain the thought that they’d let me lose them on purpose. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. I fought between going back to ensure I’d truly lost them, or staying here for Demon. I didn’t want anyone to locate me, but I couldn’t risk blowing the whole thing if they were somehow able to track me down. How would they find me? They couldn’t monitor me by ankle bracelet, but I wouldn’t put it past Miguel to somehow microchip me. I’d seen stranger things happen.
“Renegade,” a familiar voice called, breaking me from my thoughts.
I turned and followed Demon’s voice. He made my choice for me. I would stay, praying I had actually lost whoever was assigned to follow me. If not, I knew Demon would be quick to handle any danger. He had already saved my skin twice, after someone had managed to figure out I wasn’t Marco when I first accepted the mission. Two men who knew Marco realized I wasn’t him and attempted to take me out. If it hadn’t been for Demon, I wouldn’t have made it this far. A third time wouldn’t mean anything. It would just be another dead cartel member added to my body count.
“Demon,” I replied as he emerged from behind one of the trees. His weapon of choice, a sword, hung in a sheath on his back. He also kept a gun on him at all times, but he said the noise would attract attention so the first attempt was always made with a sword. I think he just liked carrying a sword around. His gun had a silencer, and with his aim he wouldn’t need to get close to the target. He liked to be face to face with an opponent, not picking them off in the distance unless he needed to. I preferred a gun, quick and efficient, but then again, a sword never ran out of bullets. “Nice to see you again. It’s been a while. Looks like you’ve changed some.”
“A lot happens in about four months,” he said, glancing around cautiously.
His long black hair caught some of the wind, allowing me to see the intense focus his eyes held as he scanned the area. When I last saw him, his hair had been shorter. There were dark circles under his eyes now, and he was noticeably less anxious. Something kept him up at night; I could tell.
“Not followed?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
“I may have changed some, but you haven’t changed at all, Renegade.” Demon sighed. He hated when I called him sir, even though he was the leader of the team, but he had asked me
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