“Wake up, Red. You ain’t no princess and this ain’t Sleeping Beauty. Time to go to work.” Nikki struggled upright and stared, befuddled, around the room. Sunlight streamed through the windows. A blanket had been tossed over her sometime in the night. “Work?” she repeated, realizing she hadn’t washed her makeup off the night before and regretting it. “Right. Work,” Val repeated mockingly. “Thailand, remember? We have to go rescue the girl. Don’t want to be late for your first mission. Hurry up.” A far too short while later, Nikki was following Val through the sprawling warren of LAX, occasionally tripping over the carpet or her feet or nothing at all. Her head was splitting and her eyes felt as if they’d been taken out, rolled in dirt, and then put back in the sockets. She kept her sunglasses on for most of the airport process, taking them off only when the luggage screener demanded it. He’d run the glasses through the machine and quickly handed them back without any comments and with a carefully expressionless face.
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