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Chapter 37 - My Battlefield

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Chapter 37 – My Battlefield

Tori's POV.

The day after our experience at the local FBI office, Monday, I came home from work and found Jade not home. I expected that as Jade had recently joined Barbie's health club and was taking some sort of aerobic boxing class. It was all part of her therapy/recovery. Barbie was in the class and somehow convinced Jade to join. Not wanting to make dinner, I texted Jade I'd order a pizza and arrange it to arrive about the same time she came home.

Just after 7 Pm, I heard the door unlock and in walked Jade. She was wearing black sweats, was covered in sweat and her hair was a mess. God, she is the most fucking, beautiful thing I'd ever seen. A moment later, she dropped her bag on the table by the door and closed it behind her.

"Pizza Just arrived, Jade. Get it while it's hot."

Jade turned and looked at me. "There had better not be anchovies on that pizza."

I quickly sneered back. "No, I didn't order any anchovies this time. How silly of me to forget one of the thousands of things you hate."

"I have a list. I'll print it out for you, for handy reference." Jade then reached in her bag and pulled out a newspaper. "Here check this out. I got cheese, sausage and peperoni."

"A newspaper, since when do you care about....news....Come on. Pizza's getting cold." I turned as I walked into the kitchen. Jade followed me into the kitchen and dropped the paper on the counter, next to the pizza box.

"Just read it dingwad."

I reached into the cupboard and pulled out two plates, one of which I handed to Jade. "Dingwad? As insults go, that's lame."

"Fuck you Vega! I'm tired. Just look at the damn paper." Snapped Jade, with a hint of impatience in her voice.

After taking a moment to put a couple of slices of pizza on my plate and grab a soda from the fridge, I picked up the paper and walked into the living room.

I sat down, put my plate and soda down, then looked at the paper, which caused my jaw to drop. On the front page, four headlines had been circled.

1) An FBI raid on a religious cult that netted a huge hall of illegal, military weapons and the arrest of its head.

2) A garbage man in Atlantic City had been arrested in connected with a number of recent strangling's.

3) Ace Records, the record company of now deceased and disgraced record producer Ace Decade, was expected to file for bankruptcy as a result of a massive scandal and deluge of lawsuits, involving the skimming of the royalties of its artists.

4) A Dental technician named Kristin Wesisenberg has been arrested and confessed to the murder of Justice Department employee Chelsea McNamara.

I was blown away; as it dawned on me that Jade and I were responsible for each of those headlines.

"My God Jade, this is all us."

Jade, plate of pizza and soda in hand sat down, turned on the tv and laughed.

No, it wasn't. Do you see our names anywhere on that page? The closest we come is the information for the cult raid came from unnamed sources. We're the unnamed sources."