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

was wounded, we kept going. The mission doesn’t stop because one of us got shot.”
    “I’m hearing some Semper Fortis there.”
    “Where do you think the Navy got it from?” Tyler rhetorically asked. “Army’s senior service.”
    “That may be, kid, but I was in bloody bodies when you were learning your ABCs.”
    That was true, but Tyler was finally able to execute a way to disrupt the Mambas. He had to respect the age though. He dropped his sword, the duel was over.
    “Did Dedzo see McGuiness?”
    “Sheddi’s with her right now. I’m in the cafeteria. I wanted to give them their space.”
    “And we say you Army drones are mindless tank riders; smart man,” Even though Tyler surrendered, Tanaka couldn’t resist the final stab in the heart.
    “We will return to Queens shortly. Did you know Sheddi didn’t know who Hendrix was?”
    “Yeah, I thought about that when I put McGuiness in Woodstock. That’s why I told her it was in Pennsylvania. She could find that. Hendrix would’ve jumbled her mind.”
    “I guess you know her better than I do. I had to play Purple Haze to get her familiar with the icon.”
    “European, and American icon. She’s from Ghana.”
    “And I thought everybody knew Jimmy. Shows what I know,” Tyler said.
    “Every indigenous cognizant person born in America knows Jimmy. She’s from Africa. She said there, they called her colored because she’s mixed race, and that wasn’t racist. You’ve been to different parts of the world. The U.S. isn’t the world’s mainstay.”
    Tyler knew of different cultures, and customs. Just living in New York desensitized him from them. There were even kings, and Shahs over presidents in the Middle East.
    “I’ve been gone for half an hour, so I need to get back. The fireworks happen at seven forty. I have to get ready.”
    “Brahmowichz is a good guy, He’ll have those snipers directed away from you. I’d say twenty minutes. Is about it. Is that enough time for you?”
    “I know Sheddi is quick, but we’ll be on my timetable. Twenty minutes is fine Tell him front of the building.”
    “Simper Fortis, kid.”
    “Army strong, Detective.” Tyler had that one bullet left in his clip.
    They both hung up, and Tyler went to Moira’s room.
     
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    “You think Marnu’s a big man, but Salom slapped him on the shoulder. She told me that this morning, and Tyler told me that to avoid our kiss conversation,” Sheddi told Moira as she heard a knock on the door.
    She got up to open it, and Tyler was there with her Quizznipz in his hand.
    “I spoke to Detective Tanaka. The diversion is going down seven forty tonight. You girls finished talking about me?”
    Sheddi was surprised. He was smart, but arrogant. Being correct in his assumption wasn’t the point for her.
    “I was telling Moira what we’ve been through. You came up once or twice.”
    Moira interrupted.
    “Stop lying, girl. We just finished talking about how ‘man’ he is by avoiding personal situations with you. She kissed you, big deal. If you bait the hook with those muscles, the fish will bite.”
    Tyler knew they’d talk, but didn’t realize women tell their friends everything. Sheddi could never be in intelligence.
    “Hey, Moira, I had no hook to bait. She just slipped because she was happy to see you. Sheddi’s a nice, sweet, cute vixen, but I’ve trained on control. Mamba mission first, then I’ll make her toes curl.”
    Moira smiled at Sheddi.
    “I think you better get the Mamba thing done, because that toe curling is a perk in my book.”
    Sheddi kissed her on the cheek.
    “You’re a tough Irish fire bitch still being promiscuous in traction. I guess we better get ready. According to Tyler, it’s going down tonight.”
    As they both began to leave Moira’s room, Moira