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Drake stared at the gate from a few hundred meters out.
“They’re going to kill us sooner than I thought.”
Nikita slid back into the front seat. He hadn’t seen her looking like this since the Philippines. Camo pants and jacket, boots, and enough magazines of ammo on her vest to stop a small army—perhaps even a mid-sized one as she also had her long Tac-50 sniper rifle out of its case and propped in the foot well.
“There’s the lady I fell for. Wondered where you’d gone.”
“I got tangled up in some i***t he-man’s idea of a wardrobe. Won’t happen again so I hope you enjoyed it.” He could easily hear her smile in the dark.
She shoved something in his lap.
“Here’s your jacket, unless you want to be an Armani-white target.”
A blast of dirt whipped against the side of the SUV, rattling i
