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Shea pulled into the parking lot of the Lambda Resource Center, armed with both the Glock and the Smith & Wesson. The edge of her Kevlar vest rubbed against the bandage over her wound, but it beat leaving herself vulnerable.
She scanned the area for Lizzie Black. Being as tall as she was, she’d be hard to miss. But as the meeting start time approached, Shea wondered if Lizzie was already inside.
Shea hung her helmet from her right handle bar and followed the scattering of people inside to a meeting room with two dozen chairs set in a circle. Shea took a seat opposite the door so she could spot Lizzie the moment she walked in.
A woman with messy hair and a bony face plopped down next to her. The Optimus Rehab sweatshirt she wore hung loose on her frame. She alternated pulling at her
