CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
BEE THREW A HOODIE at Mina's sweat-soaked, prone form without looking at her, her eyes reading a message on the phone that had beeped just as she was taking Mina down with a strike to the calves. Mina had seen the move coming but her limbs no longer listened to her orders to get out of the way. As a result, she'd landed hard on her back, the wind knocked out of her.
"Get your shoes, get your jacket, and get armed," Bee said, pulling a T-shirt on over her own, less sweaty tank top. "We're going out."
Mina moaned. "Can't I at least have a shower?"
"I know how long that takes you, even without Brett to keep you company." Bee picked up her gun, snug in a holster that also held refills of ammo – one of silver and one of lead this time – and strapped that on over her T-sh
