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food. He tossed one of the bags and the food onto the bed and collapsed beside them.
Eat.
Ignoring him, she opened the bag to find a set of clothes and boots jammed
inside. She pulled them out and found a Bersa rolled up inside the pants. Leaving the
food on the bed, she took the rest of the items into the bathroom and locked the door.
She had showered while he was gone and she peeled the hooker s clothes from
her body. She stuffed them in the bathroom trashcan and then ran a warm washcloth
over her torso. Clean and dressed in a set of leathers, she sat on the toilet, the gun in her
hand.
This Bersa was a little bigger than the one she had given up. She pulled the
magazine out. Thirteen bullets.
She locked the magazine in place and chambered a round.
Wendel knocked at the bathroom door. You gonna eat?
Looking in the mirror, she switched the gun s safety on. Yeah, just a minute.
He tested the door handle, found it locked. It s getting cold.
Don t worry about it. I m so hungry I could eat month-old dead horse.
I think it s cat, actually.
Jeri laughed, then realized he probably wasn t joking. She slid the gun into her
belt line, closing her eyes at the familiar way it nestled against the hollow of her back.
With the leather jacket pulled over the gun, she unlocked the door.
He had moved the food to the side table and was sprawled across the mattress.
One massive forearm covered his eyes.
Finding a small space on the bed to sit on, she unwrapped a burger. You eat?
Ann Vremont Men of O.D.I.N.: Death Sequence 69
Yeah.
He looked beat. Stretching forward, she turned off the table lamp and took her
first bite in the dark. The meat was too seasoned to be beef, not sweet enough to be
horse. She forced the first bite down and took another.
Where d you get the clothes?
All night fuck palace -- side store. He took his arm away from his face. You
know, whips, chains, dildos and leathers. Lots and lots of leathers. It came with a free
mask, but finding you pants with ass cheeks was extra.
She smiled in the dark and took another bite of her cat burger. Thanks for that.
I ve been having trouble keeping my ass covered since tactical stole my panties.
She felt him jerk as if she d woken him. You know they did that? she asked.
Hmm? The barest mumble, he was sliding into sleep fast.
Paulson and his buddies -- bastards stole my panties.
Another mumble, so low she had to dip her head to hear him.
Wasn t them.
* * *
Wasn t them. The words played over in her mind as she waited alone in the hotel
room through the next day. She spent the time polishing possibilities. Had Wendel seen
the theft? Had it been Dr. Ames? His nurse?
The only other option was&
No. She surfed to another channel. He d been all but asleep last night. She
hadn t heard him correctly. He hadn t said that it wasn t tactical. She just must have
misheard him.
Otherwise there was only one suspect left. She could ask him. But what if he lied
-- or told the truth? Either response would leave her with nothing but more questions.
She jerked her head up and looked at the door. She could tell he was back and
standing just outside it. The chip inside her chest had kick-started before the elevator
doors had opened.
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Jeri grabbed the Bersa off the table anyway, in case he wasn t alone. But it was
just him, some more food and a few basic hygiene supplies. He handed her half a sub
and sat down beside her.
Stay still. He grabbed her ear and flashed a thin light inside. Swallow.
She did, then took a swallow of the lemon-aid he had brought back. She opened
her mouth, talking around the flash light as he angled it against her lips. This isn t
necessary.
He didn t answer, just motioned for her to stand.
Drop your pants, Jericho. We re riding a garbage barge across the lake. Empty,
yes. Clean, no fucking way.
She stood, lowering her pants just far enough down the side that he could see the
spot where he had dug the chip out and cauterized it with the gun barrel.
He had a syringe in his hand. Lower.
I don t need a shot, Wendel.
Really? Because your ear looks fucked up and you were running a fever this
morning. Not waiting for her to comply, he pulled her pants down the rest of the way
until her entire bottom was exposed. Other cheek.
She turned, hoping he couldn t see the effect he was having on her as he probed
his intended injection site. And how the fuck had he known she was running a fever?
C mon, Jer. Be a brave little Valk and I ll try to find you a lollipop afterwards.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, catching and holding his gaze. Maybe
you could just kiss it, Agent Spears.
He stuck the needle in.
Ow! Fucker.
Jeri watched him push the plunger down and then pull the needle out. She
started to pull her pants back up as he tossed the syringe into the trash can beside the
nightstand.
Not so fast.
I don t need a band-aid.
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Nope, you don t. He grabbed her by the hips, pulled her closer and planted a
big kiss on her right butt cheek. Now, finish eating. We clear out in half an hour.
Jeri sat, eating the rest of her sub while Wendel went into the bathroom and
turned the shower on. She took a sip and glared at the bathroom door.
It was fucking weird -- this thing that almost passed for true civility. It had to be
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food. He tossed one of the bags and the food onto the bed and collapsed beside them.
Eat.
Ignoring him, she opened the bag to find a set of clothes and boots jammed
inside. She pulled them out and found a Bersa rolled up inside the pants. Leaving the
food on the bed, she took the rest of the items into the bathroom and locked the door.
She had showered while he was gone and she peeled the hooker s clothes from
her body. She stuffed them in the bathroom trashcan and then ran a warm washcloth
over her torso. Clean and dressed in a set of leathers, she sat on the toilet, the gun in her
hand.
This Bersa was a little bigger than the one she had given up. She pulled the
magazine out. Thirteen bullets.
She locked the magazine in place and chambered a round.
Wendel knocked at the bathroom door. You gonna eat?
Looking in the mirror, she switched the gun s safety on. Yeah, just a minute.
He tested the door handle, found it locked. It s getting cold.
Don t worry about it. I m so hungry I could eat month-old dead horse.
I think it s cat, actually.
Jeri laughed, then realized he probably wasn t joking. She slid the gun into her
belt line, closing her eyes at the familiar way it nestled against the hollow of her back.
With the leather jacket pulled over the gun, she unlocked the door.
He had moved the food to the side table and was sprawled across the mattress.
One massive forearm covered his eyes.
Finding a small space on the bed to sit on, she unwrapped a burger. You eat?
Ann Vremont Men of O.D.I.N.: Death Sequence 69
Yeah.
He looked beat. Stretching forward, she turned off the table lamp and took her
first bite in the dark. The meat was too seasoned to be beef, not sweet enough to be
horse. She forced the first bite down and took another.
Where d you get the clothes?
All night fuck palace -- side store. He took his arm away from his face. You
know, whips, chains, dildos and leathers. Lots and lots of leathers. It came with a free
mask, but finding you pants with ass cheeks was extra.
She smiled in the dark and took another bite of her cat burger. Thanks for that.
I ve been having trouble keeping my ass covered since tactical stole my panties.
She felt him jerk as if she d woken him. You know they did that? she asked.
Hmm? The barest mumble, he was sliding into sleep fast.
Paulson and his buddies -- bastards stole my panties.
Another mumble, so low she had to dip her head to hear him.
Wasn t them.
* * *
Wasn t them. The words played over in her mind as she waited alone in the hotel
room through the next day. She spent the time polishing possibilities. Had Wendel seen
the theft? Had it been Dr. Ames? His nurse?
The only other option was&
No. She surfed to another channel. He d been all but asleep last night. She
hadn t heard him correctly. He hadn t said that it wasn t tactical. She just must have
misheard him.
Otherwise there was only one suspect left. She could ask him. But what if he lied
-- or told the truth? Either response would leave her with nothing but more questions.
She jerked her head up and looked at the door. She could tell he was back and
standing just outside it. The chip inside her chest had kick-started before the elevator
doors had opened.
Ann Vremont Men of O.D.I.N.: Death Sequence 70
Jeri grabbed the Bersa off the table anyway, in case he wasn t alone. But it was
just him, some more food and a few basic hygiene supplies. He handed her half a sub
and sat down beside her.
Stay still. He grabbed her ear and flashed a thin light inside. Swallow.
She did, then took a swallow of the lemon-aid he had brought back. She opened
her mouth, talking around the flash light as he angled it against her lips. This isn t
necessary.
He didn t answer, just motioned for her to stand.
Drop your pants, Jericho. We re riding a garbage barge across the lake. Empty,
yes. Clean, no fucking way.
She stood, lowering her pants just far enough down the side that he could see the
spot where he had dug the chip out and cauterized it with the gun barrel.
He had a syringe in his hand. Lower.
I don t need a shot, Wendel.
Really? Because your ear looks fucked up and you were running a fever this
morning. Not waiting for her to comply, he pulled her pants down the rest of the way
until her entire bottom was exposed. Other cheek.
She turned, hoping he couldn t see the effect he was having on her as he probed
his intended injection site. And how the fuck had he known she was running a fever?
C mon, Jer. Be a brave little Valk and I ll try to find you a lollipop afterwards.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, catching and holding his gaze. Maybe
you could just kiss it, Agent Spears.
He stuck the needle in.
Ow! Fucker.
Jeri watched him push the plunger down and then pull the needle out. She
started to pull her pants back up as he tossed the syringe into the trash can beside the
nightstand.
Not so fast.
I don t need a band-aid.
Ann Vremont Men of O.D.I.N.: Death Sequence 71
Nope, you don t. He grabbed her by the hips, pulled her closer and planted a
big kiss on her right butt cheek. Now, finish eating. We clear out in half an hour.
Jeri sat, eating the rest of her sub while Wendel went into the bathroom and
turned the shower on. She took a sip and glared at the bathroom door.
It was fucking weird -- this thing that almost passed for true civility. It had to be
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