83) Who Do You Trust, Who Do You Fear

Mj headed toward the kitchens where Lou usually spent most of his day until she was sure that nobody was following her, and she switched directions, running as fast as she could without using up too much of Theron’s energy until she arrived at the rear of the med hall. Fishing her phone from her pocket, she pushed a contact and placed the phone to her ear, “I’m out back, come alone,” and then she hung up and shoved her phone back into her pocket. After only a few seconds John Pearl rushed around the corner and tried to dazzle Mj with a smile, “to what do I owe the pleasure assassin,” he tried and Mj rolled her eyes, “stuff it up your ass Pearl, I’m here on business,” she finished and John’s eyebrows perked, “and you couldn’t bring it inside?” he asked and Mj tongued her cheek, trying not to lose her temper, “I don’t have time for your game's doc, I need your assistance,” she said and pulled a half burnt half blood stained file folder from under her shirt and shoved it into his hands,