I’m really not one that should get to judge about the drug trade since my family's business includes a touch of it, but this is different. I’m not talking about your run-of-the-mill drugs. Sure, they do damage, but my focus is the creeps that produce ketamine and Rohypnol. I have a major problem with those. At least the reason these men are making it for. Their little lab is about to go up in flames.

“You sure this is where you want me to drop you?” the driver asks when we pull down into a warehouse district of town.

“Yep. There’s a rave nearby,” I lie as I get out.

“Where?” I hear him ask but keep walking, knowing Magic has paid the bill and cleared anything out that could trace any of us. I reach into my pocket and pull my ear piece out. The second it’s in place, Ocean’s voice is there.

“I see you,” she sing-songs.

I glance up and around, but I don’t see her. “I sure as fuck don’t see you.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“Touché.” I walk quickly toward my target. “You got a scan?”

“Been watching all day. Thermal shows two men inside,” Ocean says as I slip my backpack off and pull out the small bombs she helped me make. I start to line them around the building one by one.

“Jarrod and Keaton?” I confirm. This was their little drug lab, after all.

“Yep, someone else showed up for about an hour, but they left. Had a hat on, and I couldn’t get a good enough scan of the face, so I don’t know who it was, but he’s not there now.”

“K,” I respond as I get back to work.

Magic is quiet, which isn’t surprising. As much as she wants to do this, I know she doesn't love the idea of anyone getting hurt. As for me, I don’t care if they both go up in flames, but I’ve lived a very different life than Magic. So has Ocean.

“Shit,” Ocean mutters as I set the last device. “We got a car. Same one from before. Oh God. He’s got a girl with him.”

I creep around to the front.

“She’s unconscious.” Magic finally speaks.

“What do we do?” Ocean asks.

“We might just find out who has better aim,” I tell her before I step out and pull my gun from the holster. Her drone can fire, but I have no clue how much she’s played with that feature. I don’t have any time to waste. I have to act now. I move quickly, stepping from the shadows and approaching the dickhead with the unconscious woman.

“Put her back in the car,” I order the man.