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necessary.”
I didn’t wait for him to respond before I walked away. I knew what he would say and I didn’t need to hear how I was letting the chance slip away, or how I was at fault. I just wanted to take a few hours to myself and prepare in case Sharp Shooter came to his senses and sent me somewhere far away from the other agents for a while—hopefully somewhere without cartels or Renegade. I was ready for some kind of change. I just hoped it came sooner rather than later.
Chapter 8
While Rum and I had gotten closer since I first joined, her training still hadn’t gotten easier. Between honing skills, and making sure I didn’t lose them, there was a lot of extra training I wouldn’t have considered necessary for a thief. We increased my running, which I hated the most, but I understood why I needed it after how difficult it was for me to catch the plane. What I didn’t understand was why I needed to be prepared if I ever came face to face with a wild animal, to swim a far distance in case I was ever dropped into the ocean, or my personal favorite—how to fit in too small a hiding spot. I still had cramps from the spot she stuck me in before I left for Russia. I hoped one day it came in handy or I would think she was doing this to torture me—though it wouldn’t surprise me if that was the reason.
Rum enjoyed throwing in a few surprises, which included knives aimed at my head, and punches ready to land anywhere she could manage. Just as the thought entered my head, a blow landed in my side.
Once the wind was knocked out of me, Rum landed a few more blows and took me straight to the ground. I didn’t have time to react when my back made contact with the hard floor of our training room before she was on me, placing the cool steel of my knife that she must have taken during our fight, and faking a killing blow by swiping the blade in the air above my neck.
I let out a hard breath and sank into the floor. Disappointment and exhaustion set in as I eased further into the floor. When she got off, pretending to clean the knife, I couldn’t help but tear apart our fight. I should have felt her pull my knife from its sheath. I should have prevented the blow that took me off guard. There were a lot of things I should have done, but didn’t. Those were the mistakes I couldn’t make when the fight counted most.
“You’re distracted,” Rum said bluntly as she stepped away from me. It was no longer a question of if, it was a fact. She even knew who was distracting me, just not the full reason why.
When Renegade had left me behind he got a commendation from Fire Fox for making a hard choice, but following the code. Rum didn’t see it like that and made sure to tell Renegade he had to watch out for me, not leave me behind out of convenience. I knew it had been a hard choice because in the military they vowed to never leave a man behind, but here you had to or two agents would be lost instead of just one. Even though I knew that, I couldn’t swallow the feeling of betrayal any easier.
“You need to stop thinking about him. What if this wasn’t a training exercise?”
I took a deep sigh and tried not to think about the pain I would have gone through if it was anyone other than Rum. When I didn’t answer, she answered for me.
“You would have been dead and we would have been out a thief again.” The agency had spent a lot of time looking for me after Hess died in Sandtown. Sharp Shooter claimed that it was because the skills were hard to come by, but I couldn’t be sure. To this day they hadn’t found anyone to match their needs for a thief. I was the only one. She let the words sink in, letting me delve into a moment of self-pity before continuing. “Renegade’s actions, however they seem, are clouding your judgment and taking over your thoughts. You need to refocus and put everything about him behind you otherwise I’m not sure what’s going to happen to you next
I didn’t wait for him to respond before I walked away. I knew what he would say and I didn’t need to hear how I was letting the chance slip away, or how I was at fault. I just wanted to take a few hours to myself and prepare in case Sharp Shooter came to his senses and sent me somewhere far away from the other agents for a while—hopefully somewhere without cartels or Renegade. I was ready for some kind of change. I just hoped it came sooner rather than later.
Chapter 8
While Rum and I had gotten closer since I first joined, her training still hadn’t gotten easier. Between honing skills, and making sure I didn’t lose them, there was a lot of extra training I wouldn’t have considered necessary for a thief. We increased my running, which I hated the most, but I understood why I needed it after how difficult it was for me to catch the plane. What I didn’t understand was why I needed to be prepared if I ever came face to face with a wild animal, to swim a far distance in case I was ever dropped into the ocean, or my personal favorite—how to fit in too small a hiding spot. I still had cramps from the spot she stuck me in before I left for Russia. I hoped one day it came in handy or I would think she was doing this to torture me—though it wouldn’t surprise me if that was the reason.
Rum enjoyed throwing in a few surprises, which included knives aimed at my head, and punches ready to land anywhere she could manage. Just as the thought entered my head, a blow landed in my side.
Once the wind was knocked out of me, Rum landed a few more blows and took me straight to the ground. I didn’t have time to react when my back made contact with the hard floor of our training room before she was on me, placing the cool steel of my knife that she must have taken during our fight, and faking a killing blow by swiping the blade in the air above my neck.
I let out a hard breath and sank into the floor. Disappointment and exhaustion set in as I eased further into the floor. When she got off, pretending to clean the knife, I couldn’t help but tear apart our fight. I should have felt her pull my knife from its sheath. I should have prevented the blow that took me off guard. There were a lot of things I should have done, but didn’t. Those were the mistakes I couldn’t make when the fight counted most.
“You’re distracted,” Rum said bluntly as she stepped away from me. It was no longer a question of if, it was a fact. She even knew who was distracting me, just not the full reason why.
When Renegade had left me behind he got a commendation from Fire Fox for making a hard choice, but following the code. Rum didn’t see it like that and made sure to tell Renegade he had to watch out for me, not leave me behind out of convenience. I knew it had been a hard choice because in the military they vowed to never leave a man behind, but here you had to or two agents would be lost instead of just one. Even though I knew that, I couldn’t swallow the feeling of betrayal any easier.
“You need to stop thinking about him. What if this wasn’t a training exercise?”
I took a deep sigh and tried not to think about the pain I would have gone through if it was anyone other than Rum. When I didn’t answer, she answered for me.
“You would have been dead and we would have been out a thief again.” The agency had spent a lot of time looking for me after Hess died in Sandtown. Sharp Shooter claimed that it was because the skills were hard to come by, but I couldn’t be sure. To this day they hadn’t found anyone to match their needs for a thief. I was the only one. She let the words sink in, letting me delve into a moment of self-pity before continuing. “Renegade’s actions, however they seem, are clouding your judgment and taking over your thoughts. You need to refocus and put everything about him behind you otherwise I’m not sure what’s going to happen to you next
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