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sprinkled something white on top before a waiter came through and picked up the tray.
    “What the hell?”
    She didn’t have long to mull over what kind of jelly it was as the waiter moved toward her. She slinked back into the shadows, the door narrowly swinging into her as he walked through and headed back toward the main room. There was nothing for her in the kitchen so she turned and made her way through the next door. This proved to be more interesting, two guards stood against the wall slumped with boredom until she walked in.
    “You can’t be here.” Her eyes flicked around the room to where each of the prisoners was dumped on the ground, all looking like they were high on something and completely out of it. Her eyes slowly moved back to the guards and a Cheshire Cat-like grin crossed her face.
    “Sorry, I must’ve taken the wrong room. I’m looking for the powder room?” She batted her eyelashes for effect and the guard smiled back at her - the dope. It was unbelievable even to her how quickly guys fell for the helpless woman routine despite what she was wearing. They couldn’t have actually run across that many helpless women in leather and denim, had they?
    “Of course, let me show you.” He nodded at his friend like they were having some kind of silent conversation before he had the nerve to put his hand on the small of her back and lead her out of the room. She let him believe she was following him, but as soon as they were alone in the next, empty room she turned on him.
    She knew she wasn’t as well trained as Tate would hope and couldn’t expect to incapacitate him in hand-to-hand combat. So she launched herself on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing as tight as she could. His fingers dug into her arm as he gagged on the air, or lack thereof. His face turned red first then purple and when his knees buckled and she felt him start to fall to the floor she still didn’t let go. They landed and his body waved on the ground and she laid there on top of him for a moment longer before letting go finally. She grabbed his arm and dragged him, huffing with the effort, into the corner before kicking his ribs for good measure.
    “Jackass.” She turned and returned to the room with the prisoners, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she entered.
    “Your friend got called away. He told me to come and get you that you could show me.” She flashed him another grin.
    “Oh, well, I can’t leave my post.”
    “Right.” She tried to be demure, but she was rapidly losing her patience. She wanted to get back to the compound with the prisoners and get gloriously drunk and fuck Orion to take her mind off of that beast from the bar. She could still feel his hands moving down her waist, over her hips and… She shivered, physically recoiling from the memory and returning to the present.
    “Could you point the way at least?” She smiled more, her cheeks aching and she felt like her face was going to crack from all this smiling. He looked uncertain but finally nodded and moved to the threshold, looking out into the room.
    “You’re going to want to go straight and then take a right instead of a left. You should’ve gone one more room-”
    He didn’t say anything else as she took her gun from the front of her pants and brought the butt down on the back of his skull. He slipped to the ground like water poured from a glass and she stepped on his leg to make sure he was actually out cold.
    “Jesus, how are they training the agents these days, with YouTube videos?” She rolled her eyes before turning back to the prisoners in front of her.
    “Alright everyone, up and at ‘em. We’re heading back to the compound.” No one seemed to stir as she spoke so she moved to the first face she recognized. It was Blast’s little brother, no wonder he’d happily joined in the hunt to get them back.
    “Joint?” She tapped his face, watching his eyelids flutter but not much else. “C’mon buddy.