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Feels Strange  

“Sorry,” she apologizes as she sits down while digging around in her book pack, “I’m Stephanie Adams,” and with big smile pulls out a small wallet to reveal an FBI badge before slipping it back in her pack. “I’m here to give you a hand, though from what I hear you don’t need the help. If your Aunt is correct, you could save the world single-handedly.”

Oh boy, I think to myself, I’ve just joined the big leagues. This could be fun. It will definitely be interesting.

Chapter 42: The Team Gets Bigger

Once I get over the initial shock, I reply, “You found me alright. Nice to meet you, Ms. Adams.”

“Oh,” she frowns, “don’t go all formal on me, ya’ know. Most people just call me Steph.”

“Okay, Steph,” I say. “I suppose you want to chat a little.”

“That’s why I’m here,” she replies brightly.

“Well,” I continue, “we are in the library, you know, and they don’t care much for people talking around here. Why don’t I finish up what I’m working on and we take a walk outside?”

“Sure, Honey,” she bubbles, “take your time. I’ll wait.”

Obviously, she’ll be waiting right here.  It takes me about ten minutes to clean out the logs and cover my tracks before shutting down the computer. Steph watches me the whole time but at least she’s not positioned to see the screen. It’s kind of creepy having the blonde bombshell staring at me the whole time.

She writes me a note wanting to know if I have my Lab provided cell phone with me.  I shake my head to let her know that I don’t.

Finally, we leave the library just as they’re getting ready to lock the doors.  The library grounds have small man-made hills spaced artistically around two sides of the building.  We make our way to one of them on a corner of the lot.  We are on the fringe of the lighting when we sit on the grass and begin our chat.

“That was quick,” I mention to her. ”I just found out a few hours ago that the FBI is joining the fun.”

“We don’t like to waste time when things are happening,” she points out. “So, your Aunt says you go by Tina. May I call you that?” Gone is the bubbly airhead act–almost. Once we get off on our own and out of earshot of anyone else, Steph gets right down to business.

“Sure,” I reply. Curiosity gets the best of me so I ask, “Where’s the trench coat and fedora? Your outfit isn’t much good for hiding a firearm you know.”

Steph just rolls her eyes and groans, “You’re a regular comic aren’t you? If you must know, it’s too hot for the coat and I prefer more stylish hats. I keep the firearm in my pack. Now, Honey, can we get down to the real business?”

I scan the area as she talks. “Where’s your partner? Aren’t you supposed to have one?”

“I don’t have one yet,” she says. “We’ve put this together quickly, and she won’t be here until tomorrow sometime. Any more questions?”

“Yeah,” I reply. “I’d really like to take a closer look at your badge. I’ve never seen one before.”

She digs out her badge and lets me look at it.  It’s really cool.  I quickly memorize the badge’s number while I’m at it.

“Tina, I know you’ve had a long day, but we really need to talk just a bit.  We don’t have time for the whole background getting-to-know-each-other thing right now, so we’ll do that later. For now, I just want you to know that you’ve got help. We got some cyber sleuths working the case and then there’s a couple of undercover field officers–like me–also starting to work on it. Anyway, one of our geeks who’s been mining someone’s email found out that there may be a developing physical threat to your personal well being. We’re not too worried yet, but it never hurts to be aware of it.”

Digging around in her pack she eventually pulls out a tube of hideous orange lipstick. I can’t imagine anyone wearing that color! I wrinkle my nose in disgust as I examine the thing.

“Tina,” she explains, “we need you to carry this with you at all times.  I know, I know, the color is just plain gross–there’s no other word for it. I think some guy probably came up with it. Anyway it doubles as a GPS unit and a low power one-way transmitter. It has a range of about ten miles and the battery is good for a week.  When you twist the tube to get at the lipstick, it activates a beacon to start transmitting your location. The nice thing about the hideous color is you won’t be tempted to activate it by accident. Anytime you feel threatened or simply want company, just twist it–somebody will respond quickly. It’s your new panic button. Not as cool as the smart phone the other guys gave you, but cool none-the-less. And if you’re desperate for lipstick you can actually use it, but–from my perspective–I’d rather submit to Chinese water torture than be caught dead wearing this color.”

“I’m with you, girl, on that one,” I readily agree with her. “What’s this about a threat?”

“There’s nothing definite,” she says, “but that lawyer you exposed seems to think he’s found out something about you that he doesn’t like and is looking for a way to persuade you to stay away from the Langs. Your cover might be blown, girl.”

“What do you know of my cover?” I ask wondering just how much the Lab has shared with the FBI.

“Not much,” she admits, “just that you were brought in undercover to seek out a few traitors. Allegedly you’re the daughter of an Army Major–who just happens to lead an intelligence/anti-terrorist squad–and the niece of Jen Mercer, but we both know that’s not true. Beyond that, I’m in the dark. I just know that you work for the good guys. I also know that you’ve fallen for the son of one of our prime suspects. That’s bad form, by the way, for an undercover agent. But as a saving grace, you’ve gathered key information which will save lives and money.

“I also know,” she continues, “that you’re an unusually bright and capable young woman. What you lack in training, you make up for in brains. With the right training you’d be unstoppable. If you want a job with the FBI, just go get your college education then come talk to me and I’ll do what I can to support your application. We need a few more capable women on the staff.”

Well, maybe she doesn’t know everything.

“So,” I begin, “what’s your story?”

“I’m here in town to visit an old college friend for a couple of weeks as I’m between jobs,” she explains.

“What’s our connection?” I ask.

“We don’t have one,” she explains. “We’ve never met. After all, only your Aunt and cousin know you’re not home in bed, we can hardly use the we-bumped-into-each-other-at-the-library story.  Don’t worry about it, girl. I’ll know where you are. You’ll be under surveillance 24/7 starting tomorrow when the rest of the team gets to town.”

“I thought I’d be pulled out if there’s any sign of danger,” I tell her. “What’s changed?”

“Do you want to be pulled out?” she looks surprised. “I was told that you want to see this thing through. Also, we’d have to find a way to hide you if we did. These guys are hard to shake once they have the scent. It’s best to play the game and get the bad guys as soon as possible. You’ll have some pretty impressive protection, you know. So are you still in?”

“I’m in,” I tell her. I’ve made the commitment after all. “What about others like my Aunt and cousin?”

“There’s been no noise about them that I’m aware of,” she informs me. “You’re the only one who’s banged on the hornet’s nest, but–if it makes you feel any better–we’ll be keeping a general eye on them as well. Anyway, my main purpose for making contact tonight is to let you know we’re protecting you.  To make my job easier I need to know your schedule for the next few days so we can get the resources in place.”

“Before I give you too much information,” I inform her, “I’ve got to check on a few things.”

“Go ahead, Honey,” she sighs, “knock yourself out. I suppose it’s good to be cautious, but if I were one of the bad guys you’d be gone by now. Let your Aunt know your plans and she’ll get them to me.”

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Looking at the mess in the mirror I ask myself how was I ever a morning person?  I woke up this morning with Laurie tickling my toes and threatening to toss cold water on me. Too many late nights I guess. Laurie and her mother had both been in bed by the time I got home last night. To make matters worse, I’ve got cramps this morning and my period started sometime during the night. I’d like nothing more than to stay in bed cuddled up with a heating blanket on my stomach. Not the most auspicious start to the day. I hope things get better before tonight’s date.

Just the thought of seeing Andy again helps to get me moving a little quicker.

Aunt Jen encourages me to speed things up so we’re not late for work but the shower feels soooo nice right now. Giving in to the pressure I turn off the water long before I’d like and start working my way towards being ready to go. 

In the end, I only have time to grab a banana and a bagel on the way out the door.

“Someone was up too late last night,” Aunt Jen points out.

“Yeah,” I grump at her. “I was accosted by the FBI.”

Laurie perks up at that. “The FBI? When did you see them?”

“Oh, when I was out and about last night,” I reply airily. “Actually, she found me. Aunt Jen, do you know anything about this?” 

“Well,” she replies, “They did tell me that they’d talk with you girls. I’m pretty sure I mentioned it yesterday.  I just didn’t expect it to happen in the dead of night.”

“The agent who contacted me is a young woman in her mid twenties,” I tell her. “Have you met her?”

“No,” Jen replies, “but I did talk with a woman on the phone yesterday while I visiting with the lead agent on the case.  She said her name was Stephanie Adams. She sounded pretty perky.”

“That’s probably the one,” I said. “I’ve got her badge number. Maybe you can check up on it. She asked for information about my schedule but I didn’t give it to her yet. I wanted to check up on her first.”

I’d written the number on a scrap of paper, which I hand over as we cross the parking lot, along with some information about activities the next few days.  I also slip her the memory stick with the captured email from last night.

Work this morning is pretty routine allowing me some time to work on my library program.  I take some time to stop in to see Steve about the ‘other’ project but he didn’t get to it yet.

“That one is going to be a little tricky,” he points out.

“Well, just to make it more of a challenge,” I tempt him, “how about making it so it only intercepts mail to a particular user and only if it has attachments? Oh, and how about making it capable of sending a high priority code worded email notification to me when it catches something.”

“You do like to make it challenging, don’t you?” he replies, but I can see the wheels already turning. “And I suppose there’s a deadline associated with this project?”

“Next Tuesday?” I suggest.

“We’ll see,” he says, “I’ll have to work on it over the weekend.” He starts to zone out as his mind starts to work on the possibilities.  I love geeks. They’ll often devote everything to solving a difficult problem without asking what’s in it for them.  Overcoming the challenge is all the pay they need. It’s like mountain climbers attacking an unclimbed peak. All they want to do is stand on the summit in triumph.

“How’d lunch go with Tiff yesterday?” I distract him.

“Oh wow,” he snaps back from wonderland, “I almost forgot about that. It was awesome. I was nervous as hell, but it went great. Like you said, she’s a bit skittish right now but she seemed to be okay with it. I tried to be a gentleman just like you suggested. Do you think you could find out if she’d do it again? I’m thinking about asking her out on a date, but I’m not sure what we’d do. Do you think she’d go?”

“I’ll see what I can find out and let you know on Monday,” I promise him. I can really relate to his dilemma. I clearly remember being in his position: hamstrung by a lack of information and not sure what to do next. It’s the least I can do for my true sex to use my disguise to help him in his quest. Tiff needs to get out again anyway–it’d be good for her.

Back in the office I also spend time working on the office picnic.  The woman running the committee wants to get fliers out before the weekend.

I decided to skip my foray into town today in favor of lunch at the cafeteria with Tiff and Laurie. I doubt there’s been much happening on the Lang computer network since late last night anyway.

“Tiff,” Laurie asks, “who’s the guy I saw you with at lunch yesterday? I thought you said Monday that it’d be a while before you started dealing with men again.”

“I was doing your cousin a favor,” Tiff replies nodding at me with a less than convincing glare. “She needed me to have lunch with him so that he’d do something for her. I don’t know all the details of the deal, but now Miss Alaska owes me a favor.”

“Thanks, Tiff,” I say sincerely, “you’re right. I do owe you a big favor. By the way, I was talking with Steve this morning. He seemed to enjoy the lunch. What about you?”

“I suppose it was okay,” she waffles on her reply. Judging from her body language though, I get the impression that it was better than okay.

“But you’re not going to mix with boys right now,” Laurie reminds her.

“Yeah, I know,” Tiff responds with something less than commitment, “but this isn’t really dating. It’s just lunch. He’s a certified geek but seems harmless enough. I don’t think he’s spent much time around girls though. He was tongue tied through most of the lunch. He was actually kinda’ cute.”

Laurie just rolls her eyes.

“What?” Tiff indignantly asks. “It’s not like we’re going to start dating or anything.”

I just smile, as does Laurie–but I’m sure for different reasons. I’m not about to tell her about his intentions at this point.

“So, you’d do lunch with him again?” I innocently ask.

“Why?” Tiff asks with suspicion.

“I might need another favor,” I sweetly tell her.

“Just what is it you need from this guy?” Tiff demands.

“Just a little programming help.” I tell her. “The guy is a genius with a computer and I’m trying to get him to teach me a few things that will be useful when I get back to school.” So what’s a little lie in the spy game?

“Why don’t you bake him a batch of cookies or something?” Laurie asks.

“Yeah,” Tiff agrees, “that’d be good. Why don’t you do that?”

“Come on, Tiff,” I plead. “You need to get back in the saddle anyway. What’s a few harmless lunch dates with a geek? Geeks aren’t all that bad you know. Some of them make very stable partners.”

“Yeah,” pipes in Laurie. “Just look at Chris. I didn’t think much of him at first,”–ouch!–“but he turned out to be quite the catch. Also look at your dad. He’s a geek too but he’s a great guy.”

“And don’t forget Andy,” I interject. “He’s been flying under every girl’s radar but he’s turning out to be a real find.”

“So what are we doing here?” asks Tiff in resignation, “Forming the geek dater’s sorority?”

“I’m just saying you should give him a try,” I reply.

“Yeah,” Laurie agrees, “but you need to realize that you need to train a geek at first. They don’t have a clue about how to interact with real girls. However, once you get past the training phase, they’re pretty cool.” Another ouch!

“Well,” Tiff allows, “I’ll do lunch with him again if he calls. But I’m not dating him.”

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Back in the office, things are still pretty routine, except for the frequent bathroom breaks to change pads. I really do hate periods. I wonder how I’ll get through a whole movie tonight without having to get up to change pads. This period seemed to have started as a gusher.

I do see Dr. Lang once during the day when I drop by his office with a signup sheet for the office picnic.  He just scowled at me and said he’d think about it then suggested I go find someone else more interested. I can tell that he’d like to be less polite but I guess he learned his lesson about office decorum from his last run in with Mrs. Harrison and her crew. I guess I’m not winning any friends there.

When I stop by Dr. Quinn’s office to sign him up for the picnic I surreptitiously let him know that Dr. Lang fell for his bait.  This brought a sad grin to his face. I think he’s happy with our success at finding the leak but somewhat disappointed that it’s someone he knows.

Even though I’m busy, it feels as if the day is just dragging along. I keep a close eye on the clock.  It reminds me of Laurie and Amy at the store last Sunday.  I swear it’s slowing down just to test my patience.

The plan for tonight is to meet up for a short run with the team at six then rush over to Caitlin’s house to get ready for the big date. The boys are supposed to pick us up there at seven thirty, so there won’t be much preparation time. As it’s likely to be cool in the theatre, I’ve opted for my REI cargo pants in their shorts form and another of my loose baby doll style tops. I have a light sweater to wear as well. I’d packed a bag with the items I’ll need before going to bed last night, but now I’m second guessing my choices. I may just swap out the top when I get home. After the date, I’ll spend the night at Caitlin’s and go out to the reservoir with the Sommers in the morning so I basically had to pack clothes for the weekend.

When quitting time finally arrives, I’m the first one out the door. The effort is in vain, however, as I find myself waiting for my two commuting partners.

“Tina,” Aunt Jen says as we walk out to the car, “Thanks for the data you gave me this morning:  it is most useful. The email traffic to the lawyer was verified by the other people we have working on this. You really don’t need to be intercepting the email anymore as we’re now monitoring everything that goes between those two. You might want to consider easing off on that project before you get yourself into trouble. Oh, and your late night visitor has been verified. You can trust her. I sent her your schedule through Sunday so she can do her thing. She has gotten some help now too.”

So, I think to myself, I really am becoming redundant.

“You know,” I point out, “our suspect is about to send out another report which we really can’t afford to give to the terrorists. Someone needs to stop him before he does that.”

“We know, darling,” she replies, “but we need more time to expose the rest of the network. With last night’s report, we actually have enough to detain him, but we need to get them all so we can’t spring the trap yet.  We’re working on it.”

“How long is it going to take?” I ask in frustration.

“It could be a couple of weeks,” she replies. “It takes time to do these things properly.”

Well, I think to myself, at least it’s out of my hands.

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Caitlin shows up a little early, but I’m waiting for her with a large bag of clothes and accessories for the weekend.

“Hey, girl friend,” she brightly greets me as I climb into her bug. “Ready?”

“You bet,” I tell her, “for everything except the run. I’m feeling a little rough today.”

“Just take it easy,” she says, “and you’ll get through the run. You know that you don’t have to push yourself to the limit on every run.  Are you going to be up for Sunday’s race?”

We’re scheduled for the Jail Break run in Dublin on Sunday.  I was originally planning on the 10k race, but right now the 5k looks attractive. I’ll probably settle for the 5k.

“I certainly hope so,” I tell her. “I don’t think I’ll try waterskiing tomorrow though. Lying on a warm beach–on my stomach–sounds about my speed right now.”

“Come on, girl,” Caitlin admonishes me. “You can’t let a little thing like the curse slow you down. You surprise me. I didn’t have you pegged as a being such a wimp. I swear, you’re acting just how I’d expect a guy to act if he had to put up with what we do. I swear, guys can be such wimps at times.”

I just stick my tongue out at her in reply.

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Caitlin uses her parent’s shower while I use hers in order to get ready for our dates.  We’ve got less than half an hour to pull it all together before the boys arrive.

We weren’t the only ones at running practice with other plans tonight so we only ran about five miles this afternoon. That was fine with me.  Both Caitlin and I gave some of the boys a run for their money even though I was feeling crappy. She’s come a long way in her conditioning. So have the rest of the girls. They should be an awesome power in their district races this year.

Anyway, back to the here and now. I’ve brought my clothes into the bathroom with me so I don’t have to run down the hall wrapped in a towel with Caitlin’s lecherous brothers hanging around. Isn’t amazing how girls always seem to be on the defensive?

Anyway, I’m almost dressed when Mrs. Sommers calls up the stairs to tell us that Caitlin’s date has arrived. Drat… he’s almost ten minutes early.  Oh well, any boy who shows up that early deserves the extra time in front of the parental–‘Spanish’–inquisition. Regardless, I pick up my pace and opt for light makeup.  I hear the doorbell ring again as I’m stuffing my running clothes back into my little pack. That must be Andy. I only need to refresh my feminine hygiene products and I’m ready to go. I really hate the bloody mess, but I’m figuring it out.

Caitlin is almost ready when I return to her room.  She’s just putting the finishing touches on her makeup. We attempted to coordinate on our outfits, but her jeans are lower and tighter. Her tube top leaves nothing to the imagination: her nipples are very noticeable without a bra under the top. When is this girl going to learn?

“Ah, Caitlin?” I get her attention. “If you don’t want to have trouble with this guy, might I suggest that you at least change your top into something a bit more modest?”

“What’s wrong with my top?” she looks surprised that I’d say anything. “You’re sounding like my mom.”

“Well, I’m saying this as your friend,” I gently inform her. “You don’t have to do it, like, but I think you’ll find that you’ll get more respect if you change. Don’t you want the boy to like you for who you are and not for just your body?”

“I suppose,” she admits hesitantly as I dig quickly through her closet.

“Here,” I say, “wear this one, it’ll go great with your jeans.” It’s a looser peasant blouse that shows a touch of cleavage but has three quarter length sleeves and falls a couple of inches below her already low belt line. I had talked her into buying it on our shopping foray with the cheerleaders.

“I don’t know,” she hesitates.

“Go ahead,” I encourage her. “Wear your dangly turquoise earrings with it. It’ll be great. Trust me.”

“Well, okay,” she grudgingly acquiesces. With that, she strips off the top she has on, dons a demi bra and pulls on the new top and changes out her earrings.

“Better?” she asks with a frown.

“You bet, girl friend,” I smile back. “You look fantastic. Let’s go rescue the guys.”

Sure enough, Al is getting a very polite roasting from Caitlin’s parents when we finally show up in the front room to greet our dates–fashionably five minutes past our scheduled pickup time. Andy is not completely immune from the inquisition. Both boys are being very polite but you can tell they’d rather be somewhere else. I doubt they’ll be early in the future.

Andy’s eyes light up when he sees me. I feel a thrill of excitement to see him again. Even though we saw each other just yesterday, it feels like it’s been an eternity. We avoid any public display of affection but do wind up holding hands and smiling at each other for a few moments before getting ready to leave. For those few moments the rest of the world ceases to exist as I drink in the lovely look of those beautiful hazel eyes. I really need to get a grip on my hormones!

Caitlin gets approval from both parents on her attire, which is apparently a first for her. Her mother just smiles a knowing smile at me. She seems to be communicating the idea that I’m good for her daughter.

After both boys acknowledge the eleven thirty curfew we finally leave the house. Caitlin pouts a little at the curfew, but her parents hold the line. She won’t get any help from Al in violating the curfew either. After the roasting that he just received there’s no way in hell that he’ll bring us home late.

We had thought of pizza and a movie–the latest Harry Potter flick just came out–but we’re a little pressed for time to fit food in before the next showing.  Instead, we finally decide on pizza and an evening at a local entertainment park which has miniature golf, go karts, bumper boats, laser tag, and a huge array of arcade games. The movie can wait for another time. At least we’ll get to know each other better this way. This is not going to be a cheap date for the guys, but it should be fun for everyone.  Neither of the boys take up my offer to pay my own way.

We end up all hopping into Andy’s SUV and going to a place called Melo’s Pizza & Pasta for dinner. This was my favorite pizza stop as Chris, but of course I have to act as if this is a new experience. We share a half Hawaiian style and half Combination style large pizza. Neither Caitlin nor I eat that much, but the boys polish of the majority of it with little trouble. I remember eating that way not long ago but somehow it seems kinda’ gross now.

The conversation revolves around the normal getting-to-know you kind of stuff.  Al, in particular, tries to strut his stuff with stories of manly accomplishments. Andy stays pretty quiet and lets Al make a fool out of himself.  Pretty soon, Al catches on to the fact that he’s the only one boasting and tones it down a bit. You have to hand it to the guy, he’s sort of paying attention. Andy and I cuddle just a little as we sit together in the booth. Al tries to do the same with Caitlin but she’s not ready for it and gives him a dirty look as she removes his arm from around her shoulders.

As the boys are at the cashier’s stand paying for dinner, Caitlin and I take a trip to the Ladies room to freshen up. For me that means another change in feminine hygiene products. Have I mentioned lately how much I hate periods?

“Tina,” Caitlin asks, “can you two tone it down a notch or two? You’re giving Al ideas I’m not ready for. He’s a nice guy and all, but I don’t think I need to be getting intimate with him. Heck, I have to work with him almost daily.”

“Tone it down?” I playfully reply. “We have toned it down–quite a bit actually. We’ve refrained from really kissing and serious snuggling.”

Caitlin rolls her eyes, “Come on, girl friend, you know what I mean. I’ve let him know that you two are an item, but I’m not sure that we’re ready to go there yet. He’s a nice guy and a fun date, but he’s not exactly my type.”

“And just what is ‘your type’?” I challenge her. “A hunky muscular troglodyte with a brain the size of a pea? Get real, girl, just relax and have fun. Be a friend. Nobody’s perfect. If nothing develops romantically, so be it. It’s just a date–you know: just friends getting together for an evening of entertainment. After all none of us are ready to choose a mate yet. This is just a first date for you. Nothing more. Take it slow and easy.”

“Okay.” Caitlin takes deep calming breath. “Just don’t leave me alone with Al. I think he’s expecting at least a little tonsil hockey and I don’t want to go there yet. I’ve been majorly burned before and don’t want to go there again.”

“I’m with you, girl,” I smile at her. “That’s what girl friends are for–or so I’m told.”

For a girl who is always going on about boys, she seems to be awful nervous about being confronted with the real thing.

We share a quick hug before rejoining the guys.

When we get to the amusement park the parking lot is almost full and we have to park well away from the park entrance. The place is doing a brisk business tonight and we see several kids we know heading in. Andy is the perfect gentleman and comes to open my door. Caitlin starts to climb out on her own, but notices my wait and decides to try the same. Al again catches on quickly and comes to open her door. I’m getting more impressed with this guy.

While Andy is coming around I notice a dark SUV with tinted windows pull into the parking lot. The vehicle is like half a dozen already here, but I vaguely remember seeing one like it as we left the restaurant. This one parks at the back of the lot away from the other cars where it has a good view of the park entrance and the parking lot entrance. Interesting. I delay things for a few seconds fumbling around in my purse. I finally find the hideously gross orange lipstick in my bag. I get a comforting feeling from knowing it’s there. My Lab cell phone is also there studiously doing its thing recording what’s happening and letting the Security team know where I am. I just hope that it’s not our leak who’s tracking me tonight.

No one seems to be in a hurry to exit the mysterious SUV. My awareness level rises a few notches. I may be getting paranoid but I think we’re being followed. Technically speaking, it more likely that I am being followed.

I just hope it’s Steph’s people.

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