Karma planed to never kill anyone again.
She was going to leave the group of assassins she thought of as family, and never look back.
However, to save her step-brother she would have to take one last job.
For this hit she would need an extra gun...
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*Chapter 16*
"Brice," Rea hollered, "you shot the door. That's not a target."
Rea ground his teeth together so hard he thought they might turn to dust. The young man dropped his weapon on the floor of the training room and shrugged. Rea thought he might strangle him.
Karma appeared at his side when he yelled. She put her hand on his arm. Just the feel of her warm fingers settled his budding rage. He glanced down at her upturned face and an abrupt thought struck him.
He was... dare he think it? Happy.
The idea momentarily blindsided him. Happy was an unsettling feeling and a foreign experience. He didn't know where it had come from, or how it had happened, but in the last week, that's exactly how he'd felt. With Karma back in his life, even this hellish training was now tolerable.
"At the beginning of training, I told that blond kid he was shooting like an untrained monkey. I saw a monkey in a cage on the Equator once. It looked about right," Karma whispered. Her comment brought a smile to tug on his lips.
"Correcting Brice is like beating your head against a wall. It won't help."
"I know. Actually, I shouldn't have said anything. You're in charge, but that guy is what my dad would've called... stupider."
Rea sighed and scanned all the men around the training room. He was done for today.
"I'm calling it," he yelled to the group.
Most of the men nodded as if calling an end to the training was the most reasonable instruction he'd given all day. The mix of guards shuffled toward either the mess hall or the locker rooms. As they left, he picked up the two M16s that Karma and he had been using.
"Let's go."
Karma immediately followed him out into the hallway.
They were both silent as they walked back to his room. He became lost in thought as they fell into step. Karma was being true to her word and what she'd promised. Everything they talked about, whether it was about her past or what she thought about for the future, everything was honest. It was only a small amount of time, but he'd gotten used to her loyalty practically overnight. What should he do about it? He ran his hand through his hair as he considered all his options. Should he ask her to stay another week? After all, Fletcher still hadn't shown up.
"Are we going to clean out the pig stalls?" Karma adjusted the strap on the rifle as they walked toward the rooms that held the animal pens.
"No."
"Are we picking up more weapons to clean?"
"No."
"We're really just going back to the room? This early, really? Typically you come up with some tedious job to give me. Are you starting to forgive me a little bit?" She looked at him hopefully.
