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Kee feigned exhaustion on the bus and the train. She couldn’t keep it up forever, but it wasn’t all a sham. Stepping back into her past had drained her to the core. Keiko Sato was a screwed-up, nasty, s**t-vicious punk she’d left standing at the curb eight years ago. She hadn’t bothered to toss her gun in the sewer. She’d stood there, completely numb, and watched Anna bleed out. The hole in her forehead didn’t bleed much, but it made tending any of the other injuries a waste of time. The cops were a long time coming.
She was better than that girl who’d had no concept of life beyond the streets. She changed her name the day she signed with the Army and no one complained. Kee Smith, the all-American kid from absolutely nowhere. Now she was SOAR. And that was more than she’d ever expecte
