Let’s get topside.” Smoke shoved the door open roughly, tossing Yvonne that sleek 1911-22 from back at the camp. Yvonne didn’t know how, but she could tell it was the same one. It felt good in her hand. She noticed Smoke surreptitiously locate and pocket a small USB drive. She didn’t comment. “You think we’re gonna have to shoot our way out?” Yvonne asked. Smoke shook her head. “Not if we do this right. But fuck...would you rather be safe, or sorry?” “I don’t do ‘sorry’.” Yvonne stated baldly, prepping the sleek pistol. “Not really much of a fan of ‘safe’, either.” “That’s my girl,” Smoke leaned over, gripping Yvonne by the back of the neck and pulling her into a quick, firm kiss. “Damn straight I am...” Yvonne inspected her gun with affection. Smoke sighed. “What?” “That’s just the sexiest fucking thing...”
