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up, you might want to turn your head or find something else to do for a while. It will be another five minutes or so before help arrives and I refuse to disarm anything until they do get here.”

Chapter Four
     
     
    Mackie watched as Reynolds rubbed his hands together and squatted down in front of the monitor watching the slow moving man picking his way through the rubble. She grinned and shook her head, obviously military and certainly Special Ops or one of the Black Ops boys , she thought. She watched as Fielding went to the fridge and grabbed a can of soda. Certainly a doctor wouldn’t want to watch needless death. It surprised her that Fielding came back and sat next to her to watch what might happen next. Liam sat quietly on her other side and Mackie was beginning to feel like the meat in a sandwich. Neither man touched her but she felt their warmth and it made her wish for things she couldn’t have. They would probably freak out if she suggested they all get naked and snuggle together .
    It had been a long time since she had been intimate with a man. Years in fact, before she joined the agency, before she got all the scars decorating her skin now. The long thin lines on her back were gifts from the slavers. At the age of ten she had been abducted and used as a slave by a drug selling gang, along with six other children, to package their poison white powder. Mackie and the rest of the children learned to keep their heads down and their hands busy to avoid being whipped. Unfortunately she had been born a protector and had gotten beatings many times for interfering with another child’s punishment. She was one of the three children who were saved during a bloody turf war. The gang’s rivals showed up one day and opened fire on the gang that held her and the other children.
    When they heard the gunfire, the three girls had huddled together in the dingy room in a corner until the shooting stopped and no further noise could be heard. It seemed like hours before she got up and opened the door to see what had happened. The seven people in the next room were in various positions around the tables and chairs, they had been killed before they understood what was going on. Mackie watched as Renaldo limped around the room gathering as much money as he could carry in his plastic grocery bag. She thought it strange at the time that he never looked back when he slowly opened the door and cautiously peeked around it to check and see if the rivals had left the area before slipping outside.
    Mackie had turned fifteen by then. Her companions, Carmen and Flora, were fourteen-year-old twins. The girls had cautiously gathered the messy stacks of twenties and hundred dollar bills and filled a backpack for each of them. Carmen and Flora wanted to go home to their family and, after the girls found clean clothing in a closet where their keepers had slept, they slipped out of the building. Mackie went with them to the bus station and watched as they boarded the bus to take them back to San Antonio. Mackie had no home to go to. Her parents were a distant memory. She had been taken from a foster home in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
    After leaving the bus station, Mackie decided to go back to the small dingy house and wait until morning to decide what she was going to do. Her back was still bloody from the whipping that Carlos enjoyed giving her almost daily now. She left the bodies where they laid and started going through several envelopes of papers. Some looked like deeds to land, some were I.O.U’s from the junkies and dope peddlers that visited the little house each time a new batch of drugs were delivered. She gathered the things she thought were deeds and the rest of the larger denomination bills. By the time she was ready to leave, she had to figure out how to carry the three heavy black totes full of cash and papers. She didn’t know how to drive so taking one of the many vehicles in the driveway wasn’t an option, she searched the house