It was a little after six in the morning, and Aysha and Zayne were in the walk-in closet getting ready. They both had on their signature jackets with three stars on the shoulders, slim-fit cargo pants, and both had their weapons strapped on their thighs and pockets full of throwing knives. Aysha put her hair into a French braid and looked at herself in the mirror.
“Are you ready?” Zayne asked behind her.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Aysha sighed and turned around, “You?”
“Can’t fit more throwing knives in my pockets even if I try,” Zayne said as he took a deep breath.
“Then I guess we should get going,” Aysha nodded and started to walk, but Zayne grabbed her arm and pulled her into his chest.
“One last kiss?” he said with a hint of a smile.
“You can get “a” kiss, but it sure as hell
