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important. It’s safer for both of us right now. If you could remember, you’d know why.
     
    Zota walks to the other side of the bar opposite the kitchen as Ryles pulls a plate of red speckled scrambled eggs, hash browns, and sausage out of the microwave. “Diced tomatoes, no onions, right?” Zota asks.
     
                  “Right.” Ryles grins, and then pulls one of her throwing knives out of the cutting board on the countertop. She shovels some eggs with the spine of the blade, and then after balancing carefully, rolls the eggs in her mouth.
     
                  “I know that, but I don’t know your name,” Zota says. “But there’s more than just business between us. I can’t feel it.”
     
                  Ryles laughs hard and long. She pulls a beer out of the fridge, and passes a second to Zota. He hesitates to take it until Ryles smiles and waves the bottle under his nose. “You can feel it? Feel what? Sounds like your little head talking smack.”
     
    Zota looks down; and hunches his shoulders. “A connection. Something more.”
     
                  “You wish,” Ryles says. “Plus, you don’t really like me much, remember? Oh yeah, that’s right. You don’t remember.”
     
                  Zota looks up. “I had a dream last night.”
     
                  “What it a wet one?” Ryles giggles. From under the table Zota pulls out Ryles auto-pistol and point it at her chest. Ryles’ face turns stone cold.
     
    “You wanna put that down, before you hurt yourself,” Ryles growls.
     
    “Now I got your attention?” Zota says.
     
    “Undivided.”
     
    “I dreamt you and I were in a house, in New Mass. We were living together, and there was another woman, important looking, who didn’t like the idea.” Zota held the auto-pistol and remained silent.
     
    “Put that down...let’s talk,” Ryles says.
     
    “We got into a car.” Zota narrowed his eyes. “A red sports car. The two of us. The same car that was spinning.” Zota winced in pain, and put a palm to his temple, unconsciously lowering the auto-pistol.
     
    “You’re confused and stressed out. You haven’t been laid in over three months, at least. I would be stressed out too. Now put the gun down,” Ryles says.
     
    Zota raises the auto-pistol sharply and Ryles recoiled with her hands now raised. “I remember watching you step into the car. I saw a tattoo on your lower back,” Zota says
     
    “Ooooh, I get it. You think I’m a clone?” Ryles shakes her head. “Maybe I should have left you for the body bandits.”
     
    “You’ve already lied about being my sister. Maybe you’re lying about being my business partner. Maybe you’re just some crazy chica looking for a man?”
     
    “Don’t flatter yourself. And I’m not your chica. ” Ryles says. “I got the contract with your signature on it.”
     
    “That doesn’t mean a damn thing, since I still don’t know who I am,” Zota says. “I got a better idea. Turn around and lift up your top.”
     
    “Excuse me?”
     
    Zota jerks off a round into the ceiling to the right of Ryles, who snapped her head to the opposite side. Zota flinches and slowly regains his focus on Ryles.
     
    “Fine.” Ryles turns around slowly, and then lifts her tank top to reveal a scar in the shape of a scorpion, on her left shoulder blade.
     
    Zota’s lowers the auto-pistol. “Sorry, I had to be sure.”
     
    Ryles storms from the kitchen into the living room, grabs the auto-pistol, and slaps Zota, hard. “That’s for being the ass you always were.” After tucking the auto-pistol back in her hip holster, she stomps back to her breakfast place at the bar. After one bite of the hash browns, she grimaces. “Yech. Cold.” Ryles places the plate back in the microwave. “Two minutes, start,” Ryles commands.
     
    Zota rubs the side of his face and turns to Ryles. “I thought you were going to kill me...once you