When he passed personal scrutiny, Dakota left the bedroom and locked the door behind him.
He found Cortez sitting patiently at the desk. She grinned when she saw him. “‘Bout time. I was beginning to worry that you’d run off.”
“I still might, if you don’t tell me why you’re here.” He took a seat across from her and set his.22 on the table, just out of her reach, even with a lunge. “I gotta tell you, I don’t take kindly to people breaking into my home. And if you had a warrant, there’d be more than just you, correct?”
She nodded. “Like I said, I’m not here to arrest you, Crossley. There is no warrant. Not that I would actually need one!” Chuckling, “That’s not exactly how DHS works. All we’ve got to do is label you a terrorist, and you’re ours. Constitutional liberties need not apply.”
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