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because Darius was not done.
And it got better.
“Lee uses this dude’s place down in
Colorado Springs. The guy’s got three set ups. One’s a warehouse you gotta
clear, good and bad guys. One’s a house you gotta clear. You walk through with
your weapon shooting pop-ups. You fail if you take down one innocent, and that
means you do it again. And again. And again. Until you pass. You don’t go
through it memorizing the scheme. He switches the pop-ups and you never know
what you’re going to get. You don’t pass until you can get through it
completely clean.”
I so wanted to do that.
In fact, I couldn’t fucking wait.
“He’s also got a driving course,”
Darius informed me. “Learn to drive defensive, learn to drive a chase. You’re
doin’ that, too.”
I so fucking was!
“You’re tall but you’re slight,” he
continued. “That means you don’t learn how to fight. You learn some defensive
moves and you learn how to get away. I’ll teach you that. But, starting
tomorrow, and every day after that, you run. You got trouble, there’s a high
probability you’re not gonna be able to beat it down. You do not shoot at it
unless you absolutely have to. Stun guns and pepper spray can get commandeered
if you don’t got the moves to stop it, and then be turned on you. So you get
your ass in trouble, you run away. But you’re not in shape, that trouble’ll
catch you.”
This did not sound all that fun. I
wasn’t an exercise sort of person, unless you counted walking in a mall.
However, I didn’t share that with Darius, in case me poo-pooing any part of the
righteous deal he was offering would mean he’d take the deal off the table.
And anyway, if I ran regularly,
that meant I could drink more Fat Tire and eat more LaMar’s donuts.
So I decided to focus on that.
“You got it,” I agreed.
He nodded once and kept going.
“From here on out, you start
anything, you gotta be invisible.”
“I already do that,” I told him,
but he shook his head.
“Not what you’re thinkin’. I mean
you go to Brody. He makes a mint off that game he programmed, but he gets off
on this sleuth stuff. Lee pays him a whack, but that guy would come to work
every day for free, he’s so into this shit. You give him more, he’ll be all
over it. You can solve your problem with an electronic investigation that
doesn’t put your ass on the line, you do that.” He paused. “First.”
This made sense and would likely
only cost me energy drinks, Costco boxes of king-size candy bars and Apple app
gift cards all of which I could make my “clients” procure for Brody. Since all
that was doable, I nodded my agreement.
Darius kept talking.
“And from here on in, I’m briefed
in full about everything you do. I know all your cases. I know what you
uncover. And you do not,” he leaned in, “ ever walk your ass into a place like this without me as your wingman. This last is
the most important, Ally, and if you’re not down with that, you lose all the
rest. You also buy me goin’ to Lee and lighting a fire under his ass to take
you off Denver’s game board in a way no one will ever contact you again for
this shit.”
Lee could do that.
And Darius would do that. He cared a lot about me.
And if either of them did that, it
would piss me off.
But I didn’t need to expend that
energy, seeing as I had absolutely no problem with him being my wingman.
In fact, I had absolutely no
problem with any of it (save the running, but I figured I could rock a track
suit and I could get some of those kickass double hair band thingies to pull my
hair away from my face while I ran and be totally stylin’).
In order to communicate this to
Darius, it was my turn to lean into him.
And when I did, I whispered, “You
know, I totally love you.”
Something moved over his face.
Something I’d seen before when he didn’t know I was watching.
Uncertainty mixed with melancholy.
I didn’t totally get it. What I did get was that Darius
And it got better.
“Lee uses this dude’s place down in
Colorado Springs. The guy’s got three set ups. One’s a warehouse you gotta
clear, good and bad guys. One’s a house you gotta clear. You walk through with
your weapon shooting pop-ups. You fail if you take down one innocent, and that
means you do it again. And again. And again. Until you pass. You don’t go
through it memorizing the scheme. He switches the pop-ups and you never know
what you’re going to get. You don’t pass until you can get through it
completely clean.”
I so wanted to do that.
In fact, I couldn’t fucking wait.
“He’s also got a driving course,”
Darius informed me. “Learn to drive defensive, learn to drive a chase. You’re
doin’ that, too.”
I so fucking was!
“You’re tall but you’re slight,” he
continued. “That means you don’t learn how to fight. You learn some defensive
moves and you learn how to get away. I’ll teach you that. But, starting
tomorrow, and every day after that, you run. You got trouble, there’s a high
probability you’re not gonna be able to beat it down. You do not shoot at it
unless you absolutely have to. Stun guns and pepper spray can get commandeered
if you don’t got the moves to stop it, and then be turned on you. So you get
your ass in trouble, you run away. But you’re not in shape, that trouble’ll
catch you.”
This did not sound all that fun. I
wasn’t an exercise sort of person, unless you counted walking in a mall.
However, I didn’t share that with Darius, in case me poo-pooing any part of the
righteous deal he was offering would mean he’d take the deal off the table.
And anyway, if I ran regularly,
that meant I could drink more Fat Tire and eat more LaMar’s donuts.
So I decided to focus on that.
“You got it,” I agreed.
He nodded once and kept going.
“From here on out, you start
anything, you gotta be invisible.”
“I already do that,” I told him,
but he shook his head.
“Not what you’re thinkin’. I mean
you go to Brody. He makes a mint off that game he programmed, but he gets off
on this sleuth stuff. Lee pays him a whack, but that guy would come to work
every day for free, he’s so into this shit. You give him more, he’ll be all
over it. You can solve your problem with an electronic investigation that
doesn’t put your ass on the line, you do that.” He paused. “First.”
This made sense and would likely
only cost me energy drinks, Costco boxes of king-size candy bars and Apple app
gift cards all of which I could make my “clients” procure for Brody. Since all
that was doable, I nodded my agreement.
Darius kept talking.
“And from here on in, I’m briefed
in full about everything you do. I know all your cases. I know what you
uncover. And you do not,” he leaned in, “ ever walk your ass into a place like this without me as your wingman. This last is
the most important, Ally, and if you’re not down with that, you lose all the
rest. You also buy me goin’ to Lee and lighting a fire under his ass to take
you off Denver’s game board in a way no one will ever contact you again for
this shit.”
Lee could do that.
And Darius would do that. He cared a lot about me.
And if either of them did that, it
would piss me off.
But I didn’t need to expend that
energy, seeing as I had absolutely no problem with him being my wingman.
In fact, I had absolutely no
problem with any of it (save the running, but I figured I could rock a track
suit and I could get some of those kickass double hair band thingies to pull my
hair away from my face while I ran and be totally stylin’).
In order to communicate this to
Darius, it was my turn to lean into him.
And when I did, I whispered, “You
know, I totally love you.”
Something moved over his face.
Something I’d seen before when he didn’t know I was watching.
Uncertainty mixed with melancholy.
I didn’t totally get it. What I did get was that Darius
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