C H A P T E R F I V E - - - T I M
"Ah, Sleeping Beauty comes to life!" " Tim shouted, laying his g*n down in the middle of cleaning and rising up.
Fuck, I'm in pain. He thought to himself as he went up to the bed that contained their most cherished item that he needed to talk to the lieutenant about raising those dang resistance lessons again.
"Would you want something, Miss?" Something to take the edge off the pain, a brown paper bag to throw it in, a sturdy shoulder to weep on? " Tom called from the kitchen of the one-room apartment they were renting, which had an open kitchen, living room, and bedroom.
On such short notice, that was the best they could do. Even The Firm didn't have so many safe houses in, of all places, Ilocos! Tim smirked at his brother as the kettle whistled,
