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[/center][hr]It didn't take long, perhaps not even ten minutes, for Lizzie to arrive after Katie finished her call. She walked into the restaurant quietly and joined the table of her soon to be partners, setting a heavy-duty looking duffel bag on the floor beside her.

"Apologies for the lateness. I had to make a detour when my contractor asked me to pick some gear on a military base instead of delivering it directly to me," she said, looking down at her bag. By the sound, and apparent weight, Lizzie probably had at least one long gun—most likely a carbine given the bag's size—in there along with other assorted military hardware.

"I was told that you were waiting for me. If that's the case, we can depart now. There's no need to worry about food either, I've had lunch already with some old acquaintances at the base."