"What's wrong?" Cole finally noticed the odd tone in her voice. He stopped and looked at her in confusion.
Her mask covered most of her face, but he could sense her tension.
"It's nothing..." Josie quickly suppressed her roiling emotions and forced out the words.
'What good would it do to tell him? It would only make Cole angry, and it wouldn't change the shameful, unsettling truth.'
She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound normal. "Let's pack up and get ready to go."
The stench of cheap tobacco, sweat, and blood assaulted Josie's nostrils as she stepped into the black market once more.
It was too crowded to avoid contact.
The masked Josie and Cole expertly navigated the crowded, chaotic maze of stalls and people, heading straight for the abandoned factory where Scorpion was holed up.
Scorpion had a cheap cigar dangling from his lips, spraying spittle as he spoke to his men.
