After taking a bath, Chelsea changed out from her bloodied clothes and instead choose a grey tank top, a long black jacket almost reaching her feet, and black jean trousers. Once again she hid her magazines in the jacket, trouser, and combat shoe leaving a few behind her with the C-18 pistol. Opening a drawer she grabbed two burners and dialed KS’ number with one. She didn’t know how KS did it but despite changing phones every moment of the day, she kept the same number. Chelsea wasn’t too sure the line was secure anymore but KS seemed to be so she decided to trust KS.
“It’s me,” she said when the call was received at the other end.
“I am waiting outside. I helped you take care of a few people watching your house but I suggest you not stay there or it’s only a matter of time till they
