Free Wrong Step (Urban Fiction): A Sinister Syndicate Thriller by Kyle Robertson

for the first time since the shooting.
    Tyler saw they needed girl talk, and excused himself.
    “I’m about to get a candy bar, do you two want anything?”
    Sheddi said, “Get me a bag of Quizznipz.”
    “These task masters won’t let me have anything other than this ‘delicious’ hospital gruel until I can walk by myself, I’m good,” Moira said.
    Tyler pointed at Sheddi. “Quizznipz, gotcha. I’ll be back in thirty.”
    As Tyler left, Moira began to speak.
    “Where did you find him?”
    “My friend Abena got him from Leila’s Shepards. She knew we needed experience when dealing with the Mambas, and Tyler did three tours in Afghanistan,” Sheddi said.
    “And he was a Ranger? He’s gonna wear you out, girl.”
    “Even when you’re in traction, you’re thinking carnally,”
    “When they unhook me, I’ll still be a feisty lass,” Moira said. “You’re not hooked to bars, why aren’t you thinking the same way I am?”
    “I never said I wasn’t, but Tyler explained our sequence. Mambas first, then fun.”
    “Just don’t be another conquest for him. I was Jabril’s conquest, and look what happened to me.” Moira was still bitter.
    “Tyler’s sweet. He just didn’t want to jump my bones the first day. At least he didn’t say it. I inadvertently kissed him yesterday. He won’t even put the ball in play until we beat the Mambas.”
    Moira got concerned.
    “Beating an international drug cartel is a tall order, even for a Ranger. That would be tough for Seal Team Six.”
    “I have my Seal team, the Shepards.”
    Moira scoffed.
    “Yeah, a bunch of Navy trained commandos. They serve soup. They’ll be shot throwing chicken noodle at them.”
    “Tyler’s training them, and he’s a Ranger, Seal equivalent.”
    “Just understand this will go very badly, and there may be some deaths involved.”
    “It won’t go wrong. They did a mission last night, and nobody died.”
    Moira was curious.
    “What did the Charity Squad do?”
    “The ‘Charity Squad’ monitored the Round Rasta Records warehouse, the Mamba’s headquarters. They got our ‘intel’. Tyler calls our information that.”
    “He’s a jarhead to his heart,” Moira said.
    “Don’t slip, and call him a jarhead. He’s Army, not Marines.”
    “What difference does it make?
    “That’s like calling a Met a Dodger. What am I saying? You don’t know sports.” Sheddi adjusted for her friend. “That’s like calling a Michael Michael Kors handbag a Louis Vuitton.”
    “Either way, that vet is sexy.”
    “Even when a bullet mingled dangerously close to your spine, you won’t quit.”
    “He didn’t kill me,” Moira said. “If I’m breathing, I’m flirting.”
    “That’s not flirting, that’s ogling,” Sheddi said.
    “Well that ‘ogled’ vet gave us our time so that means he’s smart and sexy. Face it, you won.”
    Sheddi smiled at her friend, and began to tell her of the happenings of yesterday.
     
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    Tyler walked down the hall, and looked at the Iroquois display. The Native Americans were also known as the Haudenosaunee, and the Huron were called Iroquois because of similar languages, and integration during wars.
    I guess a Haudenosaunee gunship would be too hard to transmit over a com, so we went with Apache, he thought as he saw the history,
    He went to the cafeteria, and got a soda, and Quizznipz from the vending machine, sat down, drank his soda, and waited.
    His phone rang. It was Tanaka. He answered it.
    “We’re at Iroquois General, Detective.”
    “Good, I have your distraction ready for seven forty tonight. How are you infiltrating?”
    “I’ve been breaking security for years. If it’s below nuclear launch code level, I can get in.”
    “So you were the security specialist Ranger.”
    “I was a ‘jack of all trades’ Ranger. When any of our team