77 HOURS

prologue

     "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Sierra Eight asked sarcastically into her phone, twirling a strand of hair between the fingers of her free hand. 

"I need a favor." Donald Fitzroy replied dryly on the other end of the line. 

Eight smiled to herself and nodded gently while her eyes bounced off of the faces of pedestrians walking past the cafe she had been enjoying her breakfast at. "Of course you do."

"The favor is actually for my niece." Her smile instantly dropped knowing that it could only mean Claire is in some sort of trouble. "Im going to be away for a few days and I need you to babysit."

"Did your address get leaked again?" She scoffed.

"No. I made sure to keep this one off books." 

"Smart man." 

"But I haven't exactly been making friends over the past few months-- the opposite actually... and I don't have a good feeling about this trip." He explained. 

She didn't feel the need to ask where he was going or for anymore information other than, "When do you need me?" In their line of work, knowing less was preferred. 

"Be here in two days." 

"Yes, sir." She was about to pull her phone away from her ear when she heard him again. 

"One other thing, Eight..." Fitzroy spoke calmly. She didn't respond, waiting for him to continue. "Six will be here too." And with that he hung up the phone. 

     She let out a long exhale as she sent down her phone, face down on the grated table. The mention of the name brought her back to the few times she actually worked with him. They didn't have a personal problem with each other, but they didn't quite get along. Taking a sip of her latte she waited for Fitzroy's address to be texted to her. When the phone vibrated on the table she flipped it over, read the text a few times over to memorize it and then ejected the SIM card, snapped it in half, tossed it in her quarter full latte and swiftly walked out of the cafe, leave enough cash to cover the bill.