Michael wasn''t just anyone to Debra. He''d been a teammate and a brother-in-arms.


    She needed to know his deal with the Illuminati and if their old days fighting side by side were all fake. Everything started with her, and she should be the one to end it.


    "I''m with Debra," Jordan said.


    Randy waffled. "Well, we''ve known him forever. He wouldn''t hurt her, right? I''m in too."


    "Are you nuts?" Erica snapped. "What if it goes south?"


    "I''ll get her back," Marion said.


    Erica took a deep breath. "Fine. I''ll bring extra guys and wait outside. If anything happens, we''re rushing in."


    "Okay," Debra agreed.


    "Count me in," Kale said, stepping down the stairs.


    Debra knew he was worried about Drake. "I could use a backup. Kale, you''re with me."


    Kale blinked, surprised she''d let him tag along. Then he got it. "Thanks."


    Debra rallied everyone. "Gear up. We''re heading out."


    "Come with me," Marion said.


    The group exchanged looks, unsure what he wanted. Debra didn''t ask, just followed behind him.


    Once in their room, he pulled a sleek gun from a drawer. It had a longer range, with a light andpact design suitable for women.


    He handed it over. "Remember how to use it?"


    "Yep. You taught me well," Debra said, taking it. "Do you trust me?"


    "Always," he said.


    "Then trust I''m not walking into a death trap." She hugged him. "Once I meet Michael, I''ll try to get Drake''s location out of him. You stay close behind."


    "I can''t stop you," Marion muttered. "So, I''ll do everything to keep you safe."


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    "I know you''lle running to save me, no matter where I am," she said.