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occurring inside, but these events never aired on the news. People only heard about it through the grapevine.
    Antonia drew a small card the size of a stamp out of her back pocket. Apparently, this was her ticket inside.
    As she walked up toward the entryway, she still felt uneasy about not being able to see Andrew anymore. Whatever it was they were delivering was to be done in two separate shifts fifteen minutes apart. Glancing down at her watch, she noted that Andrew would be making his drop right around this time. Now it was up to her to look inconspicuous in the club without bringing too much attention to herself for another fifteen minutes. Maybe she should have pretended to be interested in what the street merchant was trying to sell her. That would have bought her some time. Waiting around wasn’t her thing, and the pounding crescendo of her heart was all the reminder she needed of that fact.
    “Pass?” the security guard barked at her when she reached the front of the line.
    She handed him the card but she couldn’t help but notice the way he sized her up. He also smelled of something feral, like mud and pine trees. It wasn’t a nice combination to the liquor breath he also possessed.
    “Take off your hood,” he commanded in a gruff voice.
    Antonia pushed her hood back, looked him straight in the eye and smiled sweetly. “Is that better?”
    He chuckled deeply then nodded toward a second security guard, who opened one of the double doors. As the doors closed behind her, she could have sworn that some invisible breeze was pushing her forward into the bustling nightclub. The sound of her heartbeat was drowned out by the electro-fusion beat, and she felt claustrophobic in the mob of bodies around her. Something was a little off with the way some of the patrons looked at her as she passed, or maybe she was the one that looked a little awkward to them.
    She held her chin up and attempted to put on an expression of what she hoped was confidence about where she was and her familiarity with her surroundings.
    In less than thirty minutes, she’d be on a bus back home. Tonight, she’d be a few thousand dollars in the green. Tomorrow, she’d speak with her manager about reducing her work hours a bit. Right now, she didn’t even want to think about the disadvantages. There was no time to fail.

CHAPTER SIX
    T he air was thick with more than just the pending thunderstorm, and as Connor lifted his gaze to the sky he hoped this night would bring him some answers. He was running out of time, and no word had been given regarding whether the extended deadline would be granted. The request had been made this morning, but he was uncertain how quickly his dad could get the message up through the chain of command. Or even if such a request would be approved at all.
    “Max?” Rodney, one of the men on tonight’s squad, walked up behind him. “The van will be waiting at 6th and Everett Street after the mission is completed. Should I send the driver on his way?”
    Connor turned and nodded, observing as five other men piled out of the van and dispersed in the direction of their pre-determined post. The gun holster and the belt around his waist were heavy as he strode down the sidewalk and through a dark alley. But it wasn’t heavier than the burden that would follow if he were to fail this mission.
    Rodney, his trusted sidekick, was right behind him.
    They trudged further up the alley until they reached a busy corner. The Dockhouse bar was just a couple yards up ahead. Two from Connor’s team had already arrived at the post and he observed as they walked inside with little to no flack from the guards. Both had passes, but Connor had to admit that the screening process sucked. Neutral territory or not, one of the leaders needed better control over this place if shifters from both Packs were roaming around in it.
    There were a few cars parked curbside. Probably valet cars. Near the other end of the block, he spotted a squad