Sleep problems again. Working alone always did it to him. He didn’t trust the safe houses, despite their seal of approval from Adelaide. And when he wasn’t at one of those, he felt even less secure in a motel or camping out in his Jeep. Too many possible enemies. Cortez could be lurking from afar, and he’d certainly killed enough people to be on anyone’s radar.
And he missed Gage. So much. Even though he had little to offer in terms of fighting and killing, Dakota still felt so much safer with him by his side. At worst, Gage could alert him if Dakota dared to actually fall into a deep sleep. At best, Gage would defend him with his own life.
Fuck, he certainly did.
Normally, their roles were reversed. Gage took the safer route, as far away from the target as possible while still being us
