MAYA.

“You took your sweet time, sister,” I greet.

“Oh, you know me,” she responds with a flippant attitude. “People to terrorize, Intel to gather, the life of a rogue is so full, you know?”

“No, I wouldn't. I am not a rogue,” I say as I raise my hand to signal a waiter. “It pisses me off that you chose this life.”

“Hmm, and yet, you do not hesitate to make use of the resources I offer.”

“Oh, it can't be helped,” I say.

As the waiter arrives and we make our order, my mind goes through the reason as to why we are in this situation.

Tanya is...