I don’t want to think about the many different ways this operation could be unsanitary. I don’t want toconsider the possibility that Luka could survive a gunfight only to die of an infection. I have to trustthat Kari knows what she is doing.
She rolls over a metal stand with little arms and hangs a blood bag from it. I look away as she beginsthe transfusion. When she is finished, she turns to her table and begins organizing her supplies,shifting things around. Finally, she crosses the room and stands in front of me.
I look up and see that she is holding something out to me. A scalpel.
Kari presses the blade into my hand and folds my fingers around it. “End them, Eve.”
It takes me a minute to realize who she’s talking about.
The Cartel. She wants me to take them down.
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