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sounded.
    “Right. Lie to me once and I catch on, so you’ll lie to me twice. Let me guess the
reason you didn’t lead with the X-files approach was because I wouldn’t have believed
it? I don’t,” Quintin said.
    Mick lowered his head. He had never wanted to be on the wrong side of a jail cell.
The Primal Age was already proving to be a place that wasn’t meant for him.
    * * *
    It was 12:45 a.m. at the sporting goods store and Kade was soaked in sweat as Argos
watched him pack. They worked in a supply line and had decimated most of the useful
areas of the store. Kade loaded bags with everything from field hockey sticks to
hunting gear and placed them in shopping carts.
    The work had been continuous. However they had cleared most the valuable sections
of the store. At their current speed, they shouldn’t have a problem being ready to
shove off by two a.m. when Mick should return.
    Kade froze, his hand tightening around the grip of a bat. He thought he heard footsteps.
This was the thirteenth time he thought he heard footsteps. Searching the darkness
he didn’t see any motion. He stood and took a spin to make sure he was alone. Argos
watched him with a puzzled expression, and Kade took that as enough evidence to resume
packing.
    He went back to work, as he heard the familiar squeal of shopping cart wheels from
the far side of the building.
    Ashton arrived with an empty shopping cart. “Tiny wants to see you.”
    Argos ran over and licked sweat off her legs.
    “Too much to do to take a break,” Kade replied as he continued to pack a bag with
baseball bats.
    “Kade, Tiny wants to see you. We’re running out of space,” Ashton said.
    “Will you—”
    “Yes. Now go.” She grabbed a baseball bat and slid it into the bat bag.
    Kade jogged through the store, past the empty shelves in hunting and camping, and
out the back, where the vehicles waited. When he got there, Lucas was passing the
last load of bags up the steps of the bus to Tiny.
    “The SUV is crammed to the brim. All I’ve got left is the aisle in Old Yeller,” Tiny
said. “I can fill it, but we won’t be able to access anything until we get there.”
    “Fill whatever space you can find. I’d rather take too much than too little,” Kade
said.
    Flashing emergency lights and high beams blinded them. The emergency vehicle continued
down the loading lane. Tiny drew her pistol. Kade shielded his eyes from the bright
lights and hoped these were looters and not police. A sporting goods store was a
high ticket commodity for looters, and if these weren’t police he might be able to
broker a deal that would avoid violence.
    Tiny aimed her pistol at the vehicle, which came to a screeching halt and all of
its lights shut off. The dots in Kade’s eyes left him disoriented, but he fought
to focus on the driver.
    A black cowboy hat extended out the window.
    “Please don’t put a hole in my hat,” X shouted from the driver’s side.
    Tiny holstered her pistol behind her back and shared a relieved sigh with Kade.
    “Still want me to fill the aisle?” Tiny asked Kade.
    “And the ambulance,” Kade replied heading toward X, who was climbing out of the vehicle.
X strolled toward him nonchalantly, wearing a pair of blue jeans, dark shirt, black
cowboy hat, and a leather weapons belt with a .357 in the holster. X’s appearance,
combined with his weathered features, made him look like a farmhand from an old
Western. However, X was far closer to being the villain: Car thief, small-time con
artist—he was a jack-of-all-trades.
    X and Kade hugged quickly.
    “I was getting worried,” Kade said.
    “There’s stealing to be done, and you thought I’d sit it out?” X replied with a wink.
    Kade turned back to the store. “We could use your—”
    “Looks like you guys got this under control. There’s a sports car in the lot across
the street that I’ve had my eye on.”
    “There’s things—”
    “I know. I’ll be back in a half hour,” X said, clapping