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Sara was the first to wake up, she was still a little sorer from where she had been shot the night before, but she's been through worse and survive so she'll be alright. After going to the bathroom, she goes into the kitchen to finds Alex and Siren pasted out and resting there heads on the table.
"And everybody says I'm an alcoholic," Sara says to herself before lighting a cigarette and pouring herself a glass of bourbon. Then she goes into the living room and turns on the TV to watch the news as she always does and sips on her bourbon and puff on her cigarette. Siren is the next one to wake up and groans as her head starts pounding.
"Ugh, now I know what Bruce Springsteen meant when he said it feels like a freight train running through the middle of my head," Siren said.
"I told you, you couldn't handle liquor," Sara announced. Siren holds her head and groans again before responding to Sara, "don't shout I can hear you just fine."
"I wasn't shouting."
"Whatever, just hand me the aspirin and whatever is in that glass you're drinking."
"Ok, but I must warn you it's alcohol," Sara said as she grabbed a couple of aspirin and handed them to Siren and then the glass.
"I don't care if its cat piss as long as I have something to take with these pills." Siren reply as she takes the pills and washes them down with the bourbon.
"Feeling better now?" Sara asked after Siren pasted the glass back to her.
"Much better." Siren reply.
"Good."
"I don't know about that," Siren began as she sat down.
"What makes you say that?"
"Because you return from the mission last night with a slug from a Beretta in you."
"Yeah, I figured you'd bring that up sooner or later."
"So what happened?"
"A bodyguard caught me off guard and shot me from behind."
"Is he...?"
"Do you have to ask?"
"No, but my curiosity got the best of me."
"I got him in the chest with a throwing knife."
Siren nods knowing how dangerous Sara is with knives as she is with guns which meant that the guy didn't have a chance as soon as Sara released her knife he was a goner.
"Hey, guys," Alex said with a moan as she entered the living room.
"Rough night?" Sara said joshing Alex.
"Cute," Alex reply with some joshing of her own while Siren open the bottle of aspirin and pop two tablets into her hand gave them to Alex who went into the kitchen and filled a glass with water before taking the pills then she drank the water and poured the rest into the sink before returning to the living room and sitting down beside Siren.
"Whatcha watching?" Alex asked.
"The news," Sara said. She wanted to know the name of Johnson's bodyguard that tried to kill her last night. He was probably a good man that worked for a bastard, but he still tried to kill her and he had to be dealt with.
"She told me what happened last night," Siren explained, "one of Johnson's bodyguards shot her in the back and she killed him with a throwing knife."
"Siren, can I have a word with you in the kitchen for a minute?" Alex asked. It was strange, but Siren humored Alex and got up and followed her into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Siren was the first to speak, "what's going on?"
"Did she tell you that she was shot in the back?" Alex asked.
"She did." Siren reply wondering where Alex was going with this.
"She wasn't shot in the back, she was shot two inches above her belly."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure, I should know I'm the one who removed the bullet."
"Fair enough, but why would Sara lie to me?"
"I don't know, but you can't force it out of her. Just wait until she's ready to talk about."
"Is that what you do with Kara?" Alex huffed under her breath, "no but it's different with us."
"In what way?"
"It just is, look I'm trying to help you out, but if you want to go in there and force her to tell you about what really happened last night then be my guest." What Siren really wanted to do was punch Alex in the mouth to shut her big trap up, but she decided to take the other woman's advice and they went back into the living room. Siren didn't know why Sara was keeping something from her but for right now she would let her keep it to herself and if she was lucky Sara would break down in a day or so and tell her, if not something else would tell her but for now, she would let sleeping dogs lie.