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It had started with a joke of a text, something about missing her and wishing they were drinking out of coconuts at a beachfront villa in Kauai. Henrik hadn’t expected flights to be so cheap, villas to be available, and definitely not Eittie to be available. With a quick flight to D.C. and a night at hers. He was exhausted, though he hadn’t expected to sleep it hadn’t settled on him until they were done showering and about to leave for the airport that this was their first real vacation together. Looking up at her as he heard her declaration that she was ready to go, Henri quickly forgot he was about to tell her that it was perfect timing because the Uber had just rolled up. Instead he was looking at her choice of twelve hour flight attire with a dopey smile. “Wow! You look beautiful.”

Pulling his bag over his shoulder he bent down to kiss her. “I loaded some movies on my phone in case we can’t sleep most of the flight.” Then he laughed, picking up her bag, and with a knowing smile looked down at her. There wasn’t a chance in Hell he’d be able to stay awake on the flight. “Ready for those coconuts?” Ruffling her hair, they headed to the airport, boarded their flight, and settled into their seats. The entire time Henri was goofing off, nudging Eittie, draping his arms over her and squishing her into his side, or sticking a finger into her mouth every time she tried to yawn. Like a puppy getting new batteries, he was back to his energetic self by the time they landed, pulling her toward the car rental joint the moment they had their luggage. “Did you get a chance to see the pictures of our villa? I hope you know the second I park this car and get our keys I’m throwing you over my shoulder and hauling these peaches into the Pacific.” With an echoing laugh the GPS led the way to their villa, his hand reaching for hers as the wind and music whipped around them.

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The call came, a mistrial over political bullshit that let another sick Wall Street sleazebag off. Octavius was sick of the lack of justice under fascists and took the hit without a second thought. He didn’t even bother to counter the offer before he said yes, already packing his bags to fly to the East Coast of the United States from his family home in Mexico. A few days scope out and he knew the man’s routine, security weak points, and the surrounding buildings’ access points. D.C. was a maze, full of cameras but too stupidly crowded to stop a clever and determined mind from killing someone.

From the roof of Florida House, Tavi looked down the scope of his sniper down East Capitol and First to the U.S. Capitol grounds. Patience was best, the trees indicating the wind’s trajectory and force, their shadow the time of day. Tourists muddled around, then came the lunch crew. Politicians and their secretaries, lobbyist pouring out of the Capitol, then librarians and scholars from the Library of Congress. He dropped the bullet into the chamber, muscle memory, a squint, more waiting, a single thought of ‘got him’, and a squeeze of the trigger.

In the chaos that ensues from a public execution, people scurry like ants. Few run toward an injured person and a few freeze. Octavius didn’t look, he knew his job was done and fate would decide if the wolf would get a second miracle or not. His time and expertise were put in the rapid disassembly of his weapon and the back alley climb down to his waiting bike. What he hadn’t expected as he waited for an ambulance to pass him on the corner of East Capitol and Second was a little Scot, books in hand. Flipping up his visor, against his better judgement because he wasn’t really there on paper, he called out her name. “You done for the weekend, Cariña? Don’t tell me you’ve been to the desert without me since you moved to this city.” His tongue ran across his lips and he smiled. “... or don’t tell me this new job has completely rid you of your sense of adventure.” He couldn’t stay, but O couldn’t bring himself to leave either. Light turning green, he waved the car behind him to pass.