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Kira tugged at her ponytail in annoyance and stifled a hiss of pain. Stupid thing to do when you had a head injury.
Still, she couldn’t help it. Hours had passed since she and Trevor had infiltrated Reid’s house, and they had found nothing. The caffeine was starting to wear off, and so were the pain killers. Just keeping her burning eyes open seemed a monumental effort, never mind moving around. Her limbs felt heavy and everything ached. She and Trevor shambled around in their fruitless search, their communication now mostly consisting of wordless gestures and grunts.
Her gum had lost its mint flavor long ago, but part of her was convinced chewing it helped to keep her awake. She rubbed at her aching jaw.
Only her driving determination to find something useful before Nick was forced
