[center][b][u]Tuesday: 112 pm [/u]

Enrick Valdea [/b][/center]

Out of the corner of my eye I see Kassie Lovelack bee-line towards my hotdog stand. Her dark brown, wavy hair plays in the wind while her bare arms, tanned and tattooed with a variety of pictures shone in the sun. She would have been breath taking, as she usually was, if not for the angry scowl creasing her lips. I braced myself for impact.

[b][i]"Why? I hope she is worth you screwing up, wait till I tell the Boss."[/i][/b]

I could tell by the way she walked towards me that she was angry but I hadn't expected her reaction. Was she doubting my competency or was she jealous? I secretly hoped for the latter. Even angry, Kassie was quite attractive. [b]”Is this really such a good idea, us meeting like this?”[/b] I said casually, spraying down then wiping the counter of my cart that held the condiments. [b]”I suggest you check yourself.”[/b] My tone was friendly enough but I didn't smile.

 I was secretly irritated at her. Both for threatening to blow out cover but also for threatening to rat me out. Yet, I knew it wasn’t a good idea to argue with Kassie when she’s in one of her ‘moods’. Kassie knows we run a risk meeting with each other like this. The government has already come sniffing around my apartment in the past week. I don’t need them to see me consorting with someone else on their “questionable persons” list.

[b]”Do you have something against the woman? She wasn’t a good target.”[/b] I say in a low voice. My lips barely move and my eyes never raise to meet hers. I don't feel the need to justify my actions to her. I knew I had been stupidly sentimental. [b]”I can easily find someone else."[/b] Kassie didn't seem to be getting the message. [b]"Mind you, that’s very difficult when [i]someone[/i] is frightening the customers away. [i]Some[/i] of us have to work to make rent.”[/b] 

I knew I shouldn’t be mean to her and honestly, I felt bad about it. Nevertheless, I could no more take my words back than I could wipe Louisa’s fingerprints back on the can. I also knew, like the rest of the Rebels, the importance of planting the evidence before tomorrow morning when the bomb went off.