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been pouring over them.”
“What dossiers?” interrupted Mav.
“These are the files on each member of the Lincoln Killers gang.” Will turned to look at Brock. “Those that are still alive, that is. All of these guys have rap sheets as long as my Johnson. Oh, sorry ma’am.”
“You don’t have to call me ma’am.”
Brock stepped up, “But it’s this file that bothers me.”
“What is it,” said Mav, stealing a glance into Brock’s eyes.
Brock exhaled, then glanced at Will.
“Tell her,” said Will.
“Mavery, this intel is the kind of data we’d gather before Will and I would go on an op together. We’d make damn sure we knew what we were getting into first. This is intel on the overall Lincoln Killers gang, not just individual members.”
“Compadre, Jesus man. Spit it out. She’s been through hell, and survived it. She’s tougher than you think.”
“This gang isn’t just some group of street thugs. They’re part of a national organization. What you ran into that night was just the locals. The greater organization stretches into most everywhere in the country.”
“Okay? But how does that matter. It’s these locals that raped me.”
Brock put both hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. For a moment, she thought she might melt. “Mavery, what we’re saying is that even if we got rid of all the locals, that wouldn’t be enough. These guys swear a blood oath. In fact, they have to kill a rival gang member or cop just as part of their initiation. That’s why the cops or Feds can never get any undercovers inside their organization. It means this is never going to be over for you. They’ll hunt you down. They’ll spend all the time they need to hunt you down.”
Mav went weak in the knees and Brock helped her onto the old leather couch. “I know, it’s a lot to take in,” he said. Mav was so entranced with Brock’s steely looks that she almost allowed herself to be distracted from the threat of death.
“My whole life,” she said. “My whole life changed that night. Those god damn bastards.” Mav shuddered. “And it’s never going to go back to the way it was, is it? I’m going to have to run, forever.”
“I’d lay down my life to keep you safe.” Brock meant what he said. “I knew that night I could be killed.”
“Then why did you do it? Why did you risk everything to save me? You didn’t even know me.”
“Maybe some other time,” was Brock’s only answer. He was obviously uncomfortable revealing too much about his innermost thoughts. He was an onion that Mav would have to peel one layer at a time. “But, even if I’m not around some day, we’re going to train you how to take care of yourself.”
“Look at me. No, the two of you just take a good look.” Mav stood up and took direct notice of how Brock’s eyes ran down her sleek form. “I weigh 118 pounds wet. I don’t know anything about self defense, and you’re going to train me?”
“When we’re done with you, these shoulders and arms are going to be lean muscle. You’re going to know how to shoot multiple weapons. You’ll know how to break them down and repair them if necessary. You’ll know how to set explosives, set up perimeter defense systems to alert you to any incoming threats. You’ll know how to handle a knife, to survive in the wilderness for days, how to live off the grid.”
“You’re going to teach me to kill people, aren’t you.”
“Not people,” Brock continued, “but thugs. Raping murdering animals. The first lesson starts right now, and that is that you have to learn to think of them as animals. They’re not human and don’t deserve your pity.”
Mav thought back to her one unknown, personal variable—she still had no idea how far she would go if driven hard enough. Can I kill someone? The thought would not leave her brain. And then other thoughts coursed their way across her frontal cortex. What about my old life? What about my apartment? What
“What dossiers?” interrupted Mav.
“These are the files on each member of the Lincoln Killers gang.” Will turned to look at Brock. “Those that are still alive, that is. All of these guys have rap sheets as long as my Johnson. Oh, sorry ma’am.”
“You don’t have to call me ma’am.”
Brock stepped up, “But it’s this file that bothers me.”
“What is it,” said Mav, stealing a glance into Brock’s eyes.
Brock exhaled, then glanced at Will.
“Tell her,” said Will.
“Mavery, this intel is the kind of data we’d gather before Will and I would go on an op together. We’d make damn sure we knew what we were getting into first. This is intel on the overall Lincoln Killers gang, not just individual members.”
“Compadre, Jesus man. Spit it out. She’s been through hell, and survived it. She’s tougher than you think.”
“This gang isn’t just some group of street thugs. They’re part of a national organization. What you ran into that night was just the locals. The greater organization stretches into most everywhere in the country.”
“Okay? But how does that matter. It’s these locals that raped me.”
Brock put both hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. For a moment, she thought she might melt. “Mavery, what we’re saying is that even if we got rid of all the locals, that wouldn’t be enough. These guys swear a blood oath. In fact, they have to kill a rival gang member or cop just as part of their initiation. That’s why the cops or Feds can never get any undercovers inside their organization. It means this is never going to be over for you. They’ll hunt you down. They’ll spend all the time they need to hunt you down.”
Mav went weak in the knees and Brock helped her onto the old leather couch. “I know, it’s a lot to take in,” he said. Mav was so entranced with Brock’s steely looks that she almost allowed herself to be distracted from the threat of death.
“My whole life,” she said. “My whole life changed that night. Those god damn bastards.” Mav shuddered. “And it’s never going to go back to the way it was, is it? I’m going to have to run, forever.”
“I’d lay down my life to keep you safe.” Brock meant what he said. “I knew that night I could be killed.”
“Then why did you do it? Why did you risk everything to save me? You didn’t even know me.”
“Maybe some other time,” was Brock’s only answer. He was obviously uncomfortable revealing too much about his innermost thoughts. He was an onion that Mav would have to peel one layer at a time. “But, even if I’m not around some day, we’re going to train you how to take care of yourself.”
“Look at me. No, the two of you just take a good look.” Mav stood up and took direct notice of how Brock’s eyes ran down her sleek form. “I weigh 118 pounds wet. I don’t know anything about self defense, and you’re going to train me?”
“When we’re done with you, these shoulders and arms are going to be lean muscle. You’re going to know how to shoot multiple weapons. You’ll know how to break them down and repair them if necessary. You’ll know how to set explosives, set up perimeter defense systems to alert you to any incoming threats. You’ll know how to handle a knife, to survive in the wilderness for days, how to live off the grid.”
“You’re going to teach me to kill people, aren’t you.”
“Not people,” Brock continued, “but thugs. Raping murdering animals. The first lesson starts right now, and that is that you have to learn to think of them as animals. They’re not human and don’t deserve your pity.”
Mav thought back to her one unknown, personal variable—she still had no idea how far she would go if driven hard enough. Can I kill someone? The thought would not leave her brain. And then other thoughts coursed their way across her frontal cortex. What about my old life? What about my apartment? What
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