Infiltration
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Last published Mon, Jul 25, 2016
A trained professional, learned and experienced for four years. He could withstand any job the association might give him. As much as his hatred of his jobs burns, once you go in you can't come out alive. But what if a job is too difficult for even him to execute. What if the one person who could make him freeze appears on his hit list.
She was only seventeen. She didn't know much about gun types or knife sizes. But she was somehow different from all of the others. A fire burned in her heart that blazed larger then anyone he's ever seen before. She was curious about everything, got bored easily. It was hard to satisfy her. Until one day someone did.
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