One of many two had a big gauze bandage taped to his cheek, very near a particular star-shaped tattoo that was widespread amongst cartel members.

The bus engine sputtered to life, the automobile jostled ahead, and Particular Agent Harris rode towards his future together with his head held low.

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Piper saved smoothing her palms down her jacket, the grey pantsuit jacket that had been hanging in her closet all this time whereas she had been undercover with the MC. She couldn’t assist herself; her ideas and feelings saved swirling and swirling as she paced outdoors of the headquarters of the FBI’s Philadelphia department.

Pony was together with her, standing nonetheless and steadfast as she paced. He didn’t say a phrase, which was precisely what Piper wanted proper now. Extra phrases would solely add on to every thing that was bouncing round in her head, the entire prospects of what may happen in that FBI constructing at her ten o’clock assembly.

She had no concept now what lay on the street forward. They might nonetheless discover one thing to cost her with and arrest her. They might hearth her and finish the one profession she knew. Or they may preserve her on, which might additionally imply that there was no life like approach she and Pony would be capable to keep collectively.

All the prospects appeared terrible. Because the minutes ticked slowly towards ten, she felt like she was a condemned prison ready to seek out out what the strategy of her execution was going to be.

“I can’t cease pacing,” she lastly stated.

“I’ve been that means to ask you about that outfit,” Pony stated.

Piper stopped pacing, momentarily distracted from her nerves. “It’s my Tuesday outfit. Was my Tuesday outfit.”

“It’s not Tuesday.”

“I do know. Mixing it up.”

“Youarea wild little one.”

She tried to smile, however the swirling ideas about what was about to return saved her from it.

“Pony…”

“It’s going to work out.”

That easy. A handful of phrases, spoken with Pony’s simple confidence, appeared to make all of the distinction.

Now she was capable of smile, slightly. “Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.”

“Prepared?” he stated.

Piper let her palms down by her sides, not smoothing them down the edges of her jacket.

“Let’s go,” she stated.

She led him into the workplace, exhibiting her badge to the guard on the entrance door. Then, up the elevator and thru the maze of cubicles stuffed with similarly-dressed FBI brokers clattering away at keyboards.

As the 2 of them handed, every a kind of brokers stopped what they had been doing and stared. Piper couldn’t inform if it was curiosity, hostility, distrust, or mixture of all three, that she noticed on all of their faces as she and Pony walked that gauntlet via them.

There was Jane, nonetheless at her outdated desk. A pleasant face in that sea of onlookers. She gave Piper slightly wink and a thumbs up, and that was sufficient to get Piper via that maze of cubicles and out the opposite facet to the place the convention room was ready.

A pair of brokers had been ready by the door, and as she and Pony approached, certainly one of them held up a hand to convey them to a cease.

“Simply you, Agent Marino,” he stated.

Pony snorted out amusing. “That’ll be the fucking day.”

“It’s all proper,” Piper stated, touching his arm. “I’ll be all proper. It’s going to work out, proper?”

Pony seemed in her eyes. “Proper.”

With that, she opened the door of the convention room and stepped inside to seek out out what her future can be.

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