Chapter 22

Rita leaned back into her seat, she could taste iron on her tongue from the adrenaline rush. She felt the steady rise and fall of her chest and her tears were dry on her cheeks. Looking at the whiteness of the ceiling was like staring at a blank slate. Her blank canvas.

“I choose to save, protect and guide them,” she said aloud, more to herself than to John who leaned in and watched her with intent.

“To that end,” she continued, sitting up to meet John's gaze with a hard stare. “I'd help you in your quest.”

John smiled. “If I do find out that you're playing a funny game -”

“It'd be my life,” Rita interrupted. “That's about it.”

John relaxed back into his seat and nodded. “Yeah, you're smart.” He said and clapped his hands three times.

The door behind him creaked open and Gladiator walked through, progressing toward Rita with a bag he pulled over her head. The next time it was removed, they were in a yellow taxi, the familiar one she glimpsed once at an uncompleted building. She lo
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