Beggar
Time doesn't go away
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“BULL YOU GO AROUND the back, Beggar and I'll take the front, Rest, Scurry and Winner you three go inside and make sure she doesn't leave,” Killer orders from his vantage point next to me.
We are sitting in a white van in the back of the Walmart Market in Tampa Florida.
Five weeks have gone since we've left Kanla.
Killer, Bull and I met up with the others in Houston and tracked Harley, first to a secret laboratory in Dallas.
The woman got me good when we managed to get her and knocked me out with a metal baseball bat on my head.
She got away and we searched for three days until we got our next lead at the old testing facility in Kentucky.
There she went bat s**t crazy and starting shooting at us, but she did manage to get more drugs. We found t
