Chapter 139: Devil’s Saints

May the saints bless us as we do the devil’s work. – Club Motto

Werewolf stood by the nondescript SUV and watched the small charter plane come to a stop. There were a few snow flakes that drifted in the breeze. Thankfully she arrived before the snow did. But just barely.

The door opened and the stairs were lowered.

The girl who stepped out had learned how to disappear. Carl and Randy had taught her well. She would also know how to defend herself.

He watched the young woman in the baggy jeans and plain black hoodie. Her tell tale fire red hair was confined under a dark scarf beneath the hood. Large dark sunglasses covered the top half of her face. The bottom half was just as nondescript as the rest of her. The only makeup she had requested was basic foundation, waterproof mascara and a light lipstick.

She accepted the plain gray duffle bag from the attendant and gave him a slight smile. Basic kindness would blend with the rest of the day. Rudeness would make her memorable.

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