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Well, then, in that case, he wanted to get this little mission done.

So he could get back to his girl.

ASAP.

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Home Boyz

Barber Shop

The French Quarter

Thursday Afternoon

As he reached the shop, he was able to spot the rest of the team. They were hidden pretty well, but he knew their habits.

Zayn would be high up, where he could get the vantage point.

He’d be their cover.

When he looked up, there was the quick flash of a scope, proving he was right.

In a blacked-out Hummer, down the street, that would be where Jagger would park his ass.

How he got his hands on a sweet ride like that…no clue but he wasn’t questioning it.

It was likely ‘borrowed’.

They’d go in with a few people, and just enough to make sure the scene was handled without drawing too much attention to themselves.

That was the last thing they needed.

Now that he knew the lay of the land outside, he was ready.

“I’m going in,” he said. “Muting my com, so I won’t be able to answer you inside. Cover my ass,” he said. “I want to make it home to propose to my girl.”

They reassured him.

“I’m above you. I won’t let that ass of yours get holes, CIA man.”

Zayn was clearly his cover.

He laughed.

“Great. Zayn’s my backup. How could that go wrong? No one show him a mirror to distract him.”

“HEY!” he said, but Remmy’s com was already turned off, and he was walking in.

It began.

It was time to see what the hell was going on inside this barber shop.

If it was like everything else in NOLA, he was willing to bet it was just shy of foul.

NOLA was consistent.

Meanwhile…

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