"So, we're going to her apartment, then?" I was a bit too excited for my own good.
"Yes. I'm pretty sure that it's in the same ransacked state as we had left it in."
"Do you think the doorman won't notice that we're carrying a half-dead woman up to her apartment?"
"How many times do you think he has seen her doing that?"
"Still..."
"He has been on my payroll for quite some time now. Don't worry; he will not say a word about anything to anyone." He strode away, leaving us to device a method to carry Cienna out of the basement to the car.
Ethan and I stared at Cienna for a moment before getting into action.
"Get the tapes out... we need the blood to rush back into place. I hope the adhesive doesn't stick to her skin," I grumbled. Ethan nodded as he started ripping the tape off her skin.
It was fun.
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