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outline, she entered algorithms to simulate what would happen if she told one person and the likelihood that it would come back and hurt her. Faith was so engrossed in her activities she didn’t hear anyone come in until they touched her shoulder.
    “Faith, you okay?”
    “Yeah,” she said without ever looking away from her computer screen. She needed paper. Something she could track easier. With a single minded focus, she sear ched until she found some paper in the kitchen drawer. She was barely aware of someone trying to talk to her as she made a beeline back to the bedroom. However, she bypassed the bed and buil t a nest on the floor. Soon the area around her was completely covered, and she wasn’t any closer to finding someone she could report all this to.
    So far, she had her direct supervisor and one who worked side by side with John taking an extra-large bonus, as did his boss. No one in the company below her knew too much, but the upper management did, and they were enjoying their new leisurely life. Various politicians helped support the act and found ways to code the items being shipped so they wouldn’t be checked at customs. Not to mention the whole switching weapons and goods once there.
    It made her question the whole system of the government. Hell, what she discovered was just about as bad. Someone was selling intelligence to the Russians, and no one was the wiser. So far, the mole was hiding from her. It looked like John might have discovered him, but he didn’t provide any information, only breadcrumbs down a weird path.
    Not willing to give up, she continued down the trail, knowing that a s soon as she had it, she would have her life back. She could solve John’s murder and get away from Razor. At least that was her goal, for now, it was all she had. Clicking away, she was lost in her own private bubble.
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    Razor got to work and laid everything out. Today his client wanted to do a larger piece of an octopus taking down a pirate ship. He didn’t really care about the significance of the piece to his client, just as long as he could do a kick ass tattoo. The guy came in and soon he was laying on his table as Razor shaved his back area. Having to change the stencil a few times to make sure the lineup was right for the shape of his body, he waited until Greg, his client, got comfortable.
    The shop provided headphones, and DVD’s played for those who sat for long sessions. Greg seemed to be lost in the sensation as Razor started to outline the piece. Making sure each detail was done correctly, he made the lines clean and straight then added the varying degrees of shading and coloring.
    He enjoyed things like this. The feel of his gun in his hand, the creative outlet to design something knowing it would be permanent on someone’s body. It was his mark on the world. Before he knew it, he had finished adding the highlights and lowlights to the tattoo, and he was done. Cleaning the extra ink and blood off, he helped Greg stand, taking him to the mirror.
    “Holy shit, Razor, this is bad ass! So much better than I thought!” Razor nodded before walking him back over to his station and making sure to cover it completely. After giving Greg his instructions and some cream, he helped cash him out.
    “Yo , mate, how is my foxy lady this morning? Did she get to take a shower yet?” Casper said with a grin that caused him to grind his teeth.
    “Oh, ya’ll talking about the virgin Razor brought in? Damn, she was so fresh; I bet she cried real pretty too. I would love to mark her skin; so fresh, so white, such wasted space. Tell her if she wants one to see me,” Tex chimed in.
    “She doesn’t do tattoos,” Razor said plainly, but if she did, he would be the one to mark her first.
    “I bet I can bring her to the dark side. Let me ask you something, Razor ,” Razor turned and looked at Tex. “You get to fuck her yet? Is she bald, clean, and smooth just like the rest of her skin?”
    “I don’t know